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Hi,
Most states have laws against assisted suicide. I'm not sure what the parameters are for falling in that category, but this reminds me of coaching someone.
I once belonged to a group that had a fellow, who continually threatened suicide. He would give the time and day he was planning to end his life. By the time I knew him, he was more of a joke. People no longer took him seriously, after much handwringing and trying to help him, they just told him, OK Pat, goodbye. The dates always passed.
I, however, wasn't used to him, so the next time it occurred, I invited him to my house to stay as he was homeless. I was ill at the time, and needed to go east for treatments and to say goodbye to my parents and brother. When Pat heard of my plight, he was the kindest, loveliest human being you could find. He was as concerned a human being that I never expected.
I returned home and Pat lived with me for about a year. He found a girlfriend and never mentioned suicide again. He was a child who was in an infamous school fire where he lost his sister, ad a Viet Nam Vet with PTSD. He is alive today although I don't see him anymore. He never wanted to commit suicide. I'm glad he didn't.
By the way, people said I was nuts to take him in-he was also a thief. But I remember his kindness to me. I wrote a short story about him that was almost published.
Annette
Most states have laws against assisted suicide. I'm not sure what the parameters are for falling in that category, but this reminds me of coaching someone.
I once belonged to a group that had a fellow, who continually threatened suicide. He would give the time and day he was planning to end his life. By the time I knew him, he was more of a joke. People no longer took him seriously, after much handwringing and trying to help him, they just told him, OK Pat, goodbye. The dates always passed.
I, however, wasn't used to him, so the next time it occurred, I invited him to my house to stay as he was homeless. I was ill at the time, and needed to go east for treatments and to say goodbye to my parents and brother. When Pat heard of my plight, he was the kindest, loveliest human being you could find. He was as concerned a human being that I never expected.
I returned home and Pat lived with me for about a year. He found a girlfriend and never mentioned suicide again. He was a child who was in an infamous school fire where he lost his sister, ad a Viet Nam Vet with PTSD. He is alive today although I don't see him anymore. He never wanted to commit suicide. I'm glad he didn't.
By the way, people said I was nuts to take him in-he was also a thief. But I remember his kindness to me. I wrote a short story about him that was almost published.
Annette