tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23119886.post114884352374608863..comments2023-10-23T12:18:58.655-07:00Comments on PegSpot: Memorial DayPeg Spencerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052139882594799076noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23119886.post-1149048509814046792006-05-30T21:08:00.000-07:002006-05-30T21:08:00.000-07:00anafaran - What a sad, sad story! Very moving. Th...anafaran - What a sad, sad story! Very moving. Thanks for sharing it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23119886.post-1148884979738198712006-05-28T23:42:00.000-07:002006-05-28T23:42:00.000-07:00Dr. Peg, War is bleak. That's undeniable. I can't ...Dr. Peg,<BR/> War is bleak. That's undeniable. I can't blame a soul for wanting to take their life in the war arena, especially if one is depressed going into it. PFC B. Miller had a layer cake of evil served up to him. We're not doing enough to help our young people in the battlefield. I'm a hypocrite to be sitting around complaining about ridiculous things while young Americans die far from home. <BR/> I know a professor at a major university who had a stroke recently. The stroke annihilated the ability to read. The idea of it would drive one to despair, especially because the professor was a tenured English professor. However, the stroke did not impair the ability to tell stories nor did it disturb the memory.<BR/> While visiting this gentleperson, I became fascinated with a bowl of handpainted Easter eggs on the living room mantle. I broke down as I heard the story behind them. A lady gave them as a gift after the stroke. They didn't belong to her but to an acquaintance. She was depressed you see. She lost her husband to cancer and thought that she had nothing left to live for, but she kept going for a while because for sure her three married children would soon have children and that filled her with hope. The years went by and no grandchildren did come. So she killed herself. <BR/> Well, as I examined the eggs she painted, I marvelled at the uniqueness of each and every one. There were some much more ornate and intricate than the others. It was as I delighted over each and every one that the professor related the story to me about the painter of the eggs. <BR/> She left something so beautiful here that it caused the tears to trickle uncontrollably from my eyes. I thought what a terrible waste of talent that this woman had killed herself. If only someone had been there to tell her that there were other children who would benefit from her artistic talent and view of the world. Her artistry was so delicate and perfect in the decorating of each fragile egg. I handled each and every one of those eggs in that bowl as though they were something far more valuable than a Faberge egg at a Sotheby's auction.<BR/> If war is a necessary evil, despair is an unnecessary one. My heart breaks for the mothers and loved ones of young men who are killed in war or who have taken their lives in war. War is a killer and certainly depression is one as well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com