Summary:  Article: https://www.nytimes.com/2022/10/06/movies/last-flight-home-documentary-ondi-timoner.html

An article by the new york times talks about a father who was 92 and decided to end his life. The story talks about how the movie last flight home was based of this real event. The father was a successful businessman who had lost everything becuse of a stroke at 53 which got him paralyzed on the left side of his body. Later he struggled financially and couldn’t get over the feeling of not providing and being a burden.  The films popularity gained sympathy and high emotions from those that watched it.

I think that this story is incredible sad becuse who know how long the father would have lived if he had not chosen the easy way out. Yes, he was suffering but giving up was not a morally right action and it caused his pain to go to his family becuse his family would miss him. To end his life in that way and leave his family with possibilities of what if was selfish and inconsiderate while he chooses to lay comfortably on his deathbed. The story was a good message to the people in the world who could sympathize with the father. Although I believe it’s kinda sad that the story of his life became a form of entertainment. Such a close and intimate moment being shared with a huge amount of people.

Why is euthanasia technology being advanced?

could giving up on life of a active and alive being be a good things?

How bad is it to put someone out of pain by killing them? How would culture and religion be a component for consideration. When was euthanasia discovered. What are some devices to create a painless way to go? is giving up on life unreasonable? what about rare cases when people can recover from a death like state? is it really up to you when you die or does an unknown force control that?

September 5th

The data looks very peculiar if you think about it the grooves and ridges kinda remind me of a desert ongoing forever. The soft and sweet date is looking back at me I’m not very tempted to eat it ;however, because it’s too sweet for my taste, and I’m prone to getting thirsty from eating it. Then like in a desert I crave water that I’m too far away from to get. The center of the date is wasted space filled with a useless pit that only purpose could be to renew life. But how will it renew life without water, I wonder? This date isn’t even enough to fulfill my hunger unless it teams up with a few of its kind. Again, pushing ideas that a whole is more powerful than an individual. We can only go so far to make a difference, but a group might make a difference.

September 6th
It’s healthy this small little date. My mother always talks about the wonders it does for one’s health. I wonder how much this little thing can do its insignificant size is seemingly unlikely to make much of a difference. In a way, that’s what people say about me… A small little girl… What a pity it’s not a son, after all, what can girls do? Although we seem to share the fact that was both representative figures in our culture it seems that even date has more value to my uncles and aunts. That kinda infuriates me even though the two things are incomparable. How can a date be more liked than what I am?