“Daniel” went to his Heavenly home recently.
More than likely he died in the adult mental institution where he’s been for the past two years. Possibly in a “laying room,” the same four walls around him day in, day out. Very little interaction.
It’s not his fault. It’s not really even his country’s fault. They were under the Soviet thumb for so long, and their own recovery has not been the easiest. In fact, they’re being invaded again.
How could they possibly have the medical care for their neediest that, say, we do here in the US?
And we? Why do we stand by and let the little ones languish in institutions if we had the means, ability, and love to help them?
And what do we do in our own country to help our neediest? Our disabled? The ones born “different.”
Do we offer them a smile?
Do we encourage them to be the best they can be?
To terminate their lives while their very hearts are beating? For what? That they will be spared a life that’s different–or that we will be spared having to “deal” with them.
The latter, me thinks.
While we as a culture entertain such thoughts, we enlightened wealthy Westerners, no finger of blame can we point at anyone for Daniel living and dying bedridden, age 7, unable to walk on his own or even raise his head.
For Daniel’s sake. For the sake of all of them.
Give them a chance to really live.
Rest in peace, my Ukrainian sweetheart. I prayed for you every day. I rejoice you are now at peace and rest, whole and well at last.