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I’m going to ask you all to journey with me into an imaginary world. Un univers paralel, dacă va fi. This world bears some similarity with the one of H. G Wells’ Eloi from his book The Time Machine. And possibly something from Suzanne Collins’ Hunger Games precum și. It’s a nice world to live in, într-adevăr. You are relatively happy there. You get to spend a great deal of time with your child and you generally feel fulfilled. There is this small matter of the alien usurpers that govern the world but in daily life, you don’t even notice them. Pana la urma, they did manage to rule out world hunger and poverty, so at times you are even grateful to them. Every once in a while, totuși, the aliens impose their Lottery. It is a constant little threat that buzzes at a corner of your head. The Lottery picks out subjects at random, which are then summoned to the alien High Office. No one really knows what happens there but everyone agrees it’s nasty. Sometimes the subjects are adults, sometimes children. Even babies don’t escape the Lottery. But it has never happened to you or anyone you know. Astfel, you are quite comfortable and don’t even mind following the Lottery outcomes. Until that fatal Lottery Day. You don’t even know your child’s name is picked until you see his hypodermal chip changing colour. At first you try to deny it. It has to be a play of the light. A mistake, poate. But then it is on the news as well. Your son is the new subject and he hasn’t come in yet like he should have. The aliens are coming for him. Being accustomed to human habits, they allow you to go with him, although they advise against it. Of course you go. All parents do, the aliens say. Humans never listen to reason. In the following weeks, your child is poked around. Needles, infusions and pills. He has to swallow big magnet-like sensors and gets extra chips. Wires go in and out. He is brave and endures. You can see his anxiety, but you assure him it should be over soon. That’s what they tell you anyway. Then the pain comes. And his screams. Oh, his screams. You kiss his forehead, telling him to hold on. The aliens don’t give in to your pleas to stop. To please stop. The pain comes and goes. In between, he is exhausted, but brave, încă. You believe he is so much braver than you are. Într-o zi, the aliens take you aside for a little talk. They inform you dumneavoastră child isn’t going to be one of those subjects that gets to go home after a memory wipe. Their studies show he actually is an excellent subject for their experiments. He is quite special. He is going to stay at the High Office forever. As long as his little body can endure anyway. It’s your time to scream now. Your legs give in. You beg them to take you instead. There must be some similarities between the both of you, you plea. Maybe you would make an even better subject. You might be able to endure longer than your precious little boy. Of course they don’t give in. That was not how the Lottery works. It’s your child they want. Astfel, day in, day out, you watch your child suffer. When you can’t bear looking, you still hear him anyway. Într-o zi, the pain is exceptionally hard to cope with. Out of breath, your child tells you again he can’t do it anymore. He doesn’t even care for going home anymore. He just wants it all to stop. For the first time you can’t find the strength to tell him to hold on. Why would he? The door is locked and guarded. And the aliens seem more thrilled with their results every day. They will never let him go now. This is why in Belgium, as of February 2014, euthanasia for minors was legalized. We don’t have aliens here (încă) but we do have children suffering from terminal illness. Children with no other perspective in life than death. Some are born into it; others see their life changing overnight. Some are in constant, barely sedated, durere; others are sitting out their time. Some have a clear will about what they want from life; others only know the difference between comfort and discomfort. Some will want to live; others will want to die. I don’t expect you all to fully agree with this law. I do understand there are various objections, moral and religious. I do realize there are fears of misjudgement, or even misuse. Dar pentru mine, I’m mostly relieved and confident. Relieved these children will now be able to make the most important decision of their lives. Confident they will be able to make the right choice with the support of their parents and doctors. They have my support too. Cum despre tine? Would you be able to support a child or a parent on such decision? Are there laws for or against euthanasia for minors in your part of the world? Acesta este un mesaj original pentru mame Mondiale blog de K10K de la Penguin și Panther. Imaginea în acest post este creditat autorului.
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Tá mé ag dul a thabhairt duit go léir a iarraidh chun turas a dhéanamh liom isteach i saol samhailteach. A Cruinne comhthreomhar más maith leat. Bears an domhan éigin cosúlacht leis an ceann HG Wells’ Eloi as a leabhar An Meaisín Am. Agus b'fhéidir rud éigin ó Suzanne Collins’ Cluichí Ocrais chomh maith. Tá sé ar domhan deas le maireachtáil i, i ndáiríre. Tá tú sách sásta ann. A gheobhaidh tú a chaitheamh go leor ama le do leanbh agus a bhraitheann tú i gcoitinne comhlíonta. Tá an t-ábhar beag de na usurpers eachtrannach a rialaíonn an domhan, ach sa saol laethúil, nach bhfuil tú faoi deara fiú iad. Afterall, raibh siad a bhainistiú chun rialú a thabhairt amach ocras domhanda agus bochtaineacht, mar sin ag amanna go bhfuil tú fiú buíoch dóibh. Gach uair amháin ar feadh tamaill, áfach, an eachtrannaigh a fhorchur a n-gCrannchur. Is bagairt beag tairiseach buzzes ag cúinne de do cheann. Picks an gCrannchur amach hábhair go randamach, a thoghairm chuig Oifig Ard-eachtrannach. Fhios ag aon duine i ndáiríre cad a tharlaíonn ansin ach aontaíonn gach duine go bhfuil sé olc. Uaireanta tá na hábhair fásta, uaireanta páistí. Fiú nach bhfuil leanaí éalú an gCrannchur. Ach ní tá sé a tharla duit nó do dhuine ar bith a fhios agat. Mar sin,, Tá tú compordach go leor agus ní miste fiú tar éis na torthaí gCrannchur. Go dtí an lá Chrannchuir marfach. Níl a fhios agat fiú é ainm do pháiste a roghnaíodh dtí go bhfeiceann tú an dath a athrú sliseanna hypodermal. Ar dtús tá tú iarracht a dhiúltú dó. Tá sé a bheith ina dráma an tsolais. A botún, b'fhéidir. Ach ansin tá sé ar an nuacht chomh maith le. Is é do mhac an ábhar nua, agus nach bhfuil sé ag teacht i fós mar ba chóir dó a bheith. Na eachtrannaigh atá ag teacht dó. Bheith i dtaithí ar nósanna daonna, lig siad leat chun dul leis, cé tugann siad comhairle i gcoinne é. Ar ndóigh, a théann tú. Dhéanamh gach tuismitheoir, an eachtrannaigh a rá. Daoine riamh éisteacht chúis. Sna seachtainí ina dhiaidh sin, Tá do leanbh poked timpeall. Needles, insiltí agus pills. Tá sé a swallow braiteoirí maighnéad-mhaith mór agus faigheann sceallóga breise. Sreanga dul isteach agus amach. Tá sé cróga agus óir maireann. Is féidir leat a fheiceáil a imní, ach tú a chinntiú go mbíonn dó ba chóir go mbeadh sé thart go luath. Sin an méid a insíonn siad duit ar aon nós. Ansin tá an pian. Agus a screams. Oh, a screams. Póg Tú a forehead, ag insint dó a shealbhú ar. Níl feidhm ag na eachtrannaigh a thabhairt isteach má tá pléadálacha chun stop a chur. Chun thoil stop. Tagann an pian agus téann. I idir, Tá sé ídithe, ach cróga, go fóill. Chreideann tú go bhfuil sé an oiread sin braver ná go bhfuil tú. Lá amháin, an eachtrannaigh a ghlacadh tú ar leataobh le haghaidh cainte beag. Cuireann siad duit do nach bhfuil leanbh ag dul a bheith ar cheann de na hábhair go bhfaigheann an baile le dul i ndiaidh cuimhne wipe. Léiríonn a gcuid staidéir go bhfuil sé i ndáiríre ábhar den scoth le haghaidh a n-turgnaimh. Tá sé go leor speisialta. Tá sé ag dul chun fanacht ag an Ard-Oifig deo. Chomh fada agus is féidir a chorp beag mairfidh aon nós. Tá sé do chuid ama a scream anois. Do cosa a thabhairt i. Impigh leat iad a ghlacann tú in áit. Ní mór a bheith ann roinnt cosúlachtaí idir an dá de tú, tú pléadáil. B'fhéidir gur mhaith leat a dhéanamh ábhar níos fearr fós. D'fhéadfá a bheith in ann a mairfidh níos faide ná do buachaill beag lómhara. Ar ndóigh, ní dhéanann siad a thabhairt i. Ní raibh sin conas a oibríonn an gCrannchur. Tá sé do leanbh ar mian leo. Mar sin,, lá i, lá amach, tú ag féachaint do leanbh ag fulaingt. Nuair nach féidir leat a iompróidh lorg, tú ag éisteacht go fóill dó ar aon nós. Lá amháin, Is é an pian go heisceachtúil deacair dul i ngleic le. Out of breath, your child tells you again he can’t do it anymore. He doesn’t even care for going home anymore. He just wants it all to stop. For the first time you can’t find the strength to tell him to hold on. Why would he? The door is locked and guarded. And the aliens seem more thrilled with their results every day. They will never let him go now. This is why in Belgium, as of February 2014, euthanasia for minors was legalized. We don’t have aliens here (fós) but we do have children suffering from terminal illness. Children with no other perspective in life than death. Some are born into it; others see their life changing overnight. Some are in constant, barely sedated, pian; others are sitting out their time. Some have a clear will about what they want from life; daoine eile a fhios ach amháin an difríocht idir chompord agus míchompord. Beidh roinnt ar mian leo cónaí; Beidh daoine eile ag iarraidh a bás. Ní féidir liom a bheith ag súil tú go léir a aontú go hiomlán leis an dlí. Liom a dhéanamh a thuiscint go bhfuil agóidí éagsúla, morálta agus reiligiúnacha. Liom a dhéanamh a bhaint amach go bhfuil eagla misjudgment, nó fiú mí-úsáid. Ach do dom, Tá mé den chuid is mó a shaoradh agus muiníneach. Scaoileadh beidh na páistí a bheith in ann a dhéanamh ar an cinneadh is tábhachtaí dá saol. Muiníneach go mbeidh siad in ann a dhéanamh ar an rogha ceart le tacaíocht a dtuismitheoirí agus dochtúirí. Tá siad mo thacaíocht ró-. Cad é faoi tú? Ar mhaith leat a bheith in ann tacú le leanbh nó tuismitheoir ar chinneadh den sórt sin? An bhfuil dlíthe son nó i gcoinne euthanasia do mhionaoisigh i do chuid den domhan? Is é seo an bpost bunaidh a Moms Domhanda Blag ag K10K ó An Penguin agus an Panther. Tá an pictiúr sa phost seo do shochar an t-údar.