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The Quest
In Loving memory of my father James W.Rice
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A simple boy he was born
from his family he was finally torn
the search for answers was his quest
the answers he was given were his jest
he understood not which were best
through this life he searched in thought
what he longed for was never brought
and then it ended as it had begun
a simple man with answers none.
Donald W.Rice
from his family he was finally torn
the search for answers was his quest
the answers he was given were his jest
he understood not which were best
through this life he searched in thought
what he longed for was never brought
and then it ended as it had begun
a simple man with answers none.
Donald W.Rice
Copyright ©2005 Donald W Rice
My dad was a hard working man.He enjoyed playing
his guitar and singing blue grass music.He was, as long as I can remember, a
devout Jehovah's witness.As was my mother.He worked hard to take care of his
family.He was raised on a farm in West Virginia and came from a big family.
It was a Tuesday morning, February 23,1971.My dad got up early to go to work ,as he always did, at the Chrysler Corporation, in Newark, Delaware.On his way to work he ran off the road in his Volkswagen.The car rolled over several times,throwing him out of the car.He was taken to the hospital in Elkton, Md.
He was examined at the hospital and at first it was said he only had minor injuries and would be kept a while for observation. After more than ten hours the doctors finally read his x-ray and discovered he had a ruptured spleen and had been hemorrhaging severely inside. The doctors said he needs blood and his chances for survival would be much better with a transfusion. He said he didn't want a blood transfusion and my mom told the doctors the same thing.After the operation his heart stopped several times and finally it couldn't be started. The strain from his heart being over worked from a lack of blood most likely caused his death.
There is, in my opinion, a big difference between "drinking blood", as some people do trying to worship Satan, and taking the blood into your body to save your life. Taking blood in a transfusion is giving blood the highest honor as the life force.It's a sad part of life that so many people die needlessly for religious beliefs.If only people would live the life they have now,like no other exists, maybe life would be better for all
It was a Tuesday morning, February 23,1971.My dad got up early to go to work ,as he always did, at the Chrysler Corporation, in Newark, Delaware.On his way to work he ran off the road in his Volkswagen.The car rolled over several times,throwing him out of the car.He was taken to the hospital in Elkton, Md.
He was examined at the hospital and at first it was said he only had minor injuries and would be kept a while for observation. After more than ten hours the doctors finally read his x-ray and discovered he had a ruptured spleen and had been hemorrhaging severely inside. The doctors said he needs blood and his chances for survival would be much better with a transfusion. He said he didn't want a blood transfusion and my mom told the doctors the same thing.After the operation his heart stopped several times and finally it couldn't be started. The strain from his heart being over worked from a lack of blood most likely caused his death.
There is, in my opinion, a big difference between "drinking blood", as some people do trying to worship Satan, and taking the blood into your body to save your life. Taking blood in a transfusion is giving blood the highest honor as the life force.It's a sad part of life that so many people die needlessly for religious beliefs.If only people would live the life they have now,like no other exists, maybe life would be better for all
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