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Bruce, Caroline

Question of the Day

Yet another question courtesy of the lovely kittytech:

If you found out that you had only one month to live, what would you do? Who would you talk to and why? What would you like to accomplish in that one month?


HMMMM. If I only had one month left to live, I'd spend it snuggling woth my children, telling "The Man" and all my friends I love them, reading, reading, reading, ...
If I had a month to live, I'd do four things. I'd make sure that all the people who've made a difference in my life knew it. Hopefully, this would take very little time as I try to do this. I'd want to go through my stuff and give things to people who would use and like them; and I'd want to throw away all the junk so someone else wouldn't have to do it. I'd drink all the coke and eat all the cheese I wanted without worryihng about calories. Finally, I'd want death to hurry up and happen. First and most important, I don't fear death. Also, I really don't like change, even good change, and just want it to happen instead of dwelling on it.
I figured it'd be kind of bad if I didn't answer my own suggested question, so I've been doing a lot of thinking about what I wanted to say. I think I've come up with an answer now, so wanted to post it.

In my life I've done and said things to others that have sometimes been hurtful. Whether it was intended or not, people have still been hurt by my actions and words. I know firsthand how much actions and words can hurt, but in many situations, although I really do try to be careful, I'm sure that I've still hurt people. If I had just one month to live, my first goal would be to try to track down all the people that I've wronged over the years. I'd want to try to apologize for the things that I'd done and attempt to make things right. I'd want them to know that I'm truly sorry for any pain that I'd caused them. For all the times when I wasn't there when I was needed, or when I said the wrong thing, so on and so forth. If I could, I'd just do whatever I possibly had in me to set things right.

First, I'd get a second opinion from another doctor. Upon finding that I was actually fit as a fiddle and nowhere near banging on death's door, I'd warn people to boycott my first doctor for being a first-class money-hungry quack, and even more importantly, boycott hypothetical questions that involve either being near death or being stranded on those god-awful desert islands!
Then I'd strand my first doctor on a desert island without allowing him to pick any number of favorite things to take, and perhaps make sure the surrounding ocean is shark country, just in case old Doc wanted to take a dip. Let's see who has a month to live now!!! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaaa!