Excerpt from "Safe and Effective, For Profit, A Paramedic's Story of American Genocide" Chapter One: I Came To The Garden Alone https://fishersbook.com/ Started this one and found a few things I'd like to share. This one I found inspirational. Look for more parts in the future. Next part: https://poal.co/s/Vax/790273 Edit: Bought the ebook, it's easier to quote from, compared to the hardcover. >... These were her last days, and although I knew she was dying, it didn’t register on a profound level. I don’t think children process emotions like death the way that adults do. I’ve wondered if that’s due to the underdeveloped state of a child’s brain. I also wonder if it’s because they’re more wise than adults. Perhaps kids are less scared of adults returning to a place they just left. Perhaps children are less frightened of adults going home because children have been “there” recently, in heaven. I don’t think kids fear hell, and for good reason. They aren’t going there. Kids aren’t scared of returning to the place we came from, where our souls were birthed. I even wonder if kids remember heaven before they can speak, sometimes, like when a baby stares at a wall. What is he seeing? Who is he laughing at? Does he remember heaven? Adults, however, acclimate to this dark world; it is then that death no longer appears to be a transition but an end. Adults begin to think this is the final stop or the only experience in the soul’s long, eternal journey. Dad lost it when Grandma died. He lost not just his best friend but also his anchor to proper behavior. He began to sow wild oats he wouldn’t have planted in her presence, exploring his carnal being and becoming more accepting of the world, which Grandma disapproved of. ...