You panty waists need a good lesson in being human. I am over 51. My lungs are bad. My heart is in not so great shape. My 9 year old daughter, yes nine, wanted to take karate. We are doing it together. It was my choice. I also have a do not use extra ordinary measures to revive me at the hospital as part of my living will. If I die, she will have to deal with it and move on. It is my choice.
Jerry Kill makes his choice. And, you automatons trying to make life perfect for Jerry, or not, can just STFU. Go give your kids a hug, or call them up to say hello, or scratch your cat behind the ear.
On Saturday, I' m going to cheer for my team. If Mr kill is on the sidelines or not, the Rousers words remain the same. If I'm not there, it will be because I bought the farm. If not, my daughters will continue to sing the Rouser for me. They know how I feel about the U. I have not had heart attacks yet and nobody has the right to stop me from doing Karate with my daughter. Nobody.
Everybody is putting their own interests above mr. Kills and the U. When I filled in my life insurance app years ago, they learned I was active and had a history of heart disease. The do not require me to not do karate or to be treated to stay alive. Yet, they underwrote that policy some years ago. You heros can be revived as much as you like. Some of us find death less onerous.
The fact is, Jerry' condition brings out our personal fears. I'm not saying be brave. I'm suggesting you live with you own taboos. Quit looking at his like it is something unique, which it isn't. You are all going to pass some day. Quit acting like you have all the answers. Shoot. Step away from the debate. Let it be.