[HN Gopher] Two Arms and a Head (2008)
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       Two Arms and a Head (2008)
        
       Author : charbonneau
       Score  : 20 points
       Date   : 2021-10-15 12:14 UTC (1 days ago)
        
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       | charbonneau wrote:
       | > All I can hope for is to become happy with a life that now
       | tortures me. One that cages me, pens me in, puts up walls all
       | around me. One that makes me smaller, misshapen, that boxes my
       | heart and spirit inside of me. But that's no hope at all, no
       | challenge at all. As if one could say, "You will be enslaved from
       | now on with no chance of escape. Your owner will use your wife
       | and daughters as he pleases, for his pleasure. If you do not work
       | you will be whipped and tortured and it will be the same for your
       | family. Your hope in life, and your challenge, is to become happy
       | with this."
        
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       | DantesKite wrote:
       | I remember stumbling upon this man's story during a hard time in
       | my life.
       | 
       | I understand.
       | 
       | I'm more sympathetic towards assisted suicide now.
       | 
       | It's mercy.
       | 
       | > My personality was something I spent years creating. Along with
       | my mind and body, it was part of my life's work. It's true that I
       | accomplished a good number of things, but my greatest
       | accomplishment was myself. It was the thing I put all of my heart
       | into and wanted to share with the world and now it's imprisoned
       | inside of me. When people tell me I just have to find a different
       | way to express it, I want to SCREAM!! Do you know Joseph Merrick,
       | the "elephant man"? One of his doctors said the saddest thing
       | about him was that he could not form expressions with his face.
       | He could not smile. I expressed myself with my body! I showed joy
       | with my body! I was a fighter and a wrestler, a streaker and
       | skinny-dipper. I was a runner, a jumper, an expert weight-lifter,
       | and yoga master! An adventurer! A thrower of axes and a hefter of
       | logs. A fisherman who wrangled with sharks and octopi. A wearer
       | of giant pumpkins! I was so much fun! A hearty embracer of
       | friends. A climber of trees and of mountains. I loved to throw
       | big rocks! To dig and build and move heavy things around. I was
       | so strong! I loved to play with children! I would catch my
       | cousins in my arms, all three at once, and run them in circles,
       | or bear them proudly around on my shoulders.
       | 
       | > I am Horowitz with no fingers. Phiddipides with no legs,
       | Shakespeare with no pen. Michelangelo with no chisel or
       | paintbrush. I am not what I am.
        
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