Being brave enough to apply to go to Oxford university when everyone said I hadn't a chance!
Eating my own children was probably the best financial move I ever made.
That Love is the answer.
You applied. Did you get in? I hope this story has a happy ending.
1988, my father had terminal lymphoma and was slowly shrinking and deteriorating. It was December and I'd flown back to Ireland to see him for the weekend.
Just before departing I popped up to his bedroom to say goodbye. He told me that he couldn't bear what he was putting my mum through watching him die slowly day by day and asked me to end it for him. I picked up a pillow and started to smother him, I pushed down more and more and could see him struggle with what little strength he had.
I then stopped, couldn't finish what I'd started and walked out of the bedroom with tears in my eyes. I never saw him again as mum had said they just wanted Christmas together. He died on January 3rd.
Part of me has always felt guilty that I didn't carry out his final request, and that I did it out of cowardice of fear of being arrested for murder rather than to relieve him of the pain and suffering that consumed him.
29 years later I realise I did the right thing, albeit for the wrong reason. Life is precious, but he and my mum did have a last few days together that still give her some solace.
1988, my father had terminal lymphoma and was slowly shrinking and deteriorating. It was December and I'd flown back to Ireland to see him for the weekend.
Just before departing I popped up to his bedroom to say goodbye. He told me that he couldn't bear what he was putting my mum through watching him die slowly day by day and asked me to end it for him. I picked up a pillow and started to smother him, I pushed down more and more and could see him struggle with what little strength he had.
I then stopped, couldn't finish what I'd started and walked out of the bedroom with tears in my eyes. I never saw him again as mum had said they just wanted Christmas together. He died on January 3rd.
Part of me has always felt guilty that I didn't carry out his final request, and that I did it out of cowardice of fear of being arrested for murder rather than to relieve him of the pain and suffering that consumed him.
29 years later I realise I did the right thing, albeit for the wrong reason. Life is precious, but he and my mum did have a last few days together that still give her some solace.
Voting Conservative
mrs rotr and buying my first flat for £18500 My mates had bought for 13,000 to 16,500 and i thought i had over spent at the time.