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Edited on Mon Sep-07-09 02:41 AM by petersond
This past Wednesday, September 2nd 2009 a great, and dear friend of mine passed away due to the love and allure of paper aka Money.
My friend, was a Vietnam veteran, who served 10plus years for his country, and survived many hardships in civilian life. He died because people valued money, more than his, or his families well being, and it saddens me that this honorable man passed away due to preventable circumstances.
This man, who impacted my life, and my wife's life greatly was denied the care that he needed to live, and it pains me greatly. I've been holding back the tears for the past few days, but tonight, the tears of pain, I can no longer hold back.
What kind of country do we live in where people don't give a flying fuck about each other? What kind of person can leave a patient on the curb to fend for themselves? What a fucked up world we live in, where the desire of money out weighs the life of a human being....
I shake with anger, with tears streaming down my face, his death was preventable, but because of fucking god damn paper...he was denied life. God damn, just god fucking damn.
Edit-grammar, sorry.
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