“If something should happen to me, and I couldn’t help myself, would you be willing to help me?”
Just read this from an article in New York Times, “Keeping a Promise When a Life Is Near Its End“.
I have thought about this many times: Why does death scary people? If I’m going to die soon, will I be afraid? I would be more afraid of pain and helplessness that accompany with it. I think.
What is life to me?