Part One

I think it's almost become a habit whereby I always read Jon and Christina's blog first before actually deciding to come up with a new post myself. Regardless, it was pretty odd to see the issue of dying being brought up, simply because it's been hanging in my head too for a while now...

Being in Form Six (upper) this year, the class that I'm in is different from the rest in that it's situated on ground floor away from the other classes which are on the highest floor. The reason? One of the students in our class was afflicted with a heart disease, rendering it difficult for her to climb the flights of stairs (I mean, going up four floors with the brick-laden school bag ain't very fun for me either). She's somewhat frail-looking and from the look of her eyes you could tell that she was weak.

Just so you'd know, I was actually shifted to my current class from my original Biology class because there were too many people. Like, almost 50 on the first day of school. So this year, I had to be separated from my classmates whom I had gotten to know over the last six months. Along with 10 others who were so unfortunate as to have registered a bit later than the rest of my classmates who retained.

Now some of my friends weren't too cool bout the matter, and rightly so because the ground floor classes were super-duper noisy, but you can't possibly fault her (my sick friend,and let's just call her A cause she's an A student) for being born with the sickness. And never would I have imagined that the so-called heart disease would rob her of her life..yeah, if you noticed I used past tense earlier.
Apparently, the parents knew she wasn't gonna live for much longer. The doctors already predicted that she would only live for a certain number of years..and from what I heard, she and her family managed to spend some good quality time together. The most ironic thing though was that she passed away DURING the school holidays last week. So you could imagine me being told on Monday "eh, you know that A died right?"...No way?!?!

When I thought about it, I wondered how it was like to be in her shoes. In Jon's case it's a feeling, a premonition, but her death sentence had been waiting all the while..to live with the thought of possibly not being able to see the next day, what motivation was there for her to have remained strong? If you had asked me, I don't think I'd even want to ever fall asleep..she was a top student, and the only reason I could think of for her to have worked so hard was to make her parents happy..and I wonder what would happen to her, since she's not a Christian. For people like her who had only known suffering, what would God's verdict be? At times like this, I can only fall back on the righteousness of God and trust him to judge accordingly...

Nobody likes dying I'd assume, save for those who hate their lives and everything else to death..but I think it's safe to say that for most of us it's not a very great thing because of the security that we are shelled in..our parents, our friends, our relatively peaceful country..die? Nah...I'd sooner hit a jackpot, I can hear you say. Right.

-And since I run the risk of over-lengthening the blog, I'd save the rest for Part Two. Later then :D-