Medical Assistance in Dying Courtesy of Laura-Lee 😔

 

We just finished Tax Season here in Canada and it reminded me of the first job I ever had. Back in 1978, when I was just 12 years old (Oops❗️🫢 Accidentally outed my age on the internet again), I had to have my official Social Insurance Number issued (we appropriately call them "SINs") in order to spend 3 hours a day, 6 days a week, in the Vancouver rain (it rains 400 Days a year in Vancover) delivering the (inappropriately called) Vancover Sun newspaper to my neighbours. Not an easy task for such a little girl to tackle. (Although I was already "my full and glorious height of 5' 3") Thus began my lifelong adventure of paying Taxes.

If I could have looked 48 years into the future and seen what my hard earned money would be someday going to pay for, I wonder what I would have thought. 🤔

In 1988 the Government in Canada started paying for Abortions under our Universal Healthcare. In paying my taxes that year I included a letter of Protest against my money paying for abortions that I wanted "permanently kept as part of my tax file".

I wonder if it's still there?

 I wonder how many people have read it through the years and the impact it had on them?

MAID (Medical Assistance in Dying) became Government funded in Canada in 2016. Since then more than 80,000 Canadians have been killed. They didn't have to be Terminally ill to qualify for MAID just not want to go on living anymore. 😢

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When I became mysteriouly paralyzed from the neck down in 2019 I under went weeks of testing by every disciple of Medical Science. Everyone wanted to be the one to make a name for themselves to solve my paralysis mystery.

On my birthday that year the head administration of the hospital sent me a bouquet of flowers and balloons with a card wishing me a "Happy Birthday" and that he was "watching my progress with great interest and hope" (I still have the card).

The last doctor I saw was some world famous neurologist who, even though he was booked solid for 2 years, made an opening for me. He and his team examined (and ZAPPED) me for 5 hours straight!

When all was said and done my verdict was,

"We don't know what put you in that bed, Laura-Lee so we don't know how to get you out. You are going to have to find some way to prepare yourself to live out your life paralyzed."

Well, the attitude around me changed OVERNIGHT. I went from the Cause de Celebre to nothing more than a sack of potatoes hurled this way and that way. Suddenly just a big burden on those who had to take of me and the System.

If I hadn't been a Christian, I wonder how long it would have been before I started feeling that way about myself?

Now the MAID program is well entrenched in Canada and growing exponentially each year.

Keep in mind people do NOT have to be Terminally ill or even physically sick to qualify for MAID.

Many people have been killed because they faced the grinding effects of poverty year after year and wanted out.

When it comes down to it, as far as the Canadian Government is concerned, it's cheaper to KILL people than to take CARE of them.

The Government expects MAID to include the Mentally ill by 2027 and have also tabled a bill to include children as young as 13 years old WITHOUT PARENTAL CONSENT. 

All brought to you by MY tax dollars.

And that is ...

The Truth  with Love, 

Always Laura-Lee

Knock Knock

 RELAX❗️I'm not about to tell you one of my silly jokes.

I was just remembering that when I was growing up we used to have a LOT more people come knocking on our doors.

We had men selling everything from  vacuum cleaners to encyclopedias to hair brushes to children's portraits (they had their photo studio in the back of a van parked outside).

The Avon Lady would come and give tips and sample to any ladies in the home.

I remember we often got nicely dressed young men telling us we needed to hear the "saving gospel". Then told us in order to be "saved" (whatever that was) you had to read the book of MORMON and join THEIR Church exclusively.

When I was very little I saw this picture hanging on a relatives wall and wished that the nice man would come to knock on my door, but He never did. Year after year I waited but He never came.

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But He snuck in another way. Through the TV Show "100 Huntley Street", which started in Canada in 1978. The first time I watched it and the host, David Mainse, told me about Jesus and told me I needed to "make Jesus the Lord of my life", I went for it.

And went from "Darkness to Light and from Death to Life".

Eight years later I met Rev. Mainse at the 100 Huntley Street "Pavilion of Promise" at Expo 86 in Vancover, BC. He would stand outside in the summer heat for hours shaking hands with every person who came out of the Pavilion.

When it was my turn I initially Chickened Out from saying anything because I was so shy and he is a HUGE man, but he bent down and looked me right in the eye and thanked me for coming. I found my tongue and courage and said the exact thing back to him.

"No, no, Reverend Mainse. Thank YOU for coming."

He looked at me puzzled. I continued. 

"I became a Christian because you came into my home to tell me about Jesus 8 years ago when I watched 100 Huntley Street when I was only 11 years old. In fact my whole family got Saved that way." 

And I pointed to my older brother standing behind me and introduced him too."

Well, didn't Reverend Mainse make a ripe old fuss about us (although I'm sure MANY people were telling him the same thing).

He actually called his Daughter and Son in Law, Bruce and Elaine Stacey, who were standing nearby, over to meet us.

I actually got to tell them that Jesus had so changed my life I had just graduated from attending Vancouver Christian Secondary School for 5 years.

When I was in bed that summer night in 1986 mulling over my day with Jesus, which is something I have done for the past 48 years, I was thinking back on all the dark years of violence and turmoil when I would just stare out the window longing for someone, ANYONE, to rescue me.

But NOBODY ever came to my door in all those long, desperate, scary years of waiting to tell me about Jesus or invite me to Church.

I guess all you Christians were too busy...

Or just didn't care.

The Truth with Love Always Laura-Lee 

Link to Matthew, Chapter 25

100 Huntley Street (Still Introducing people to Jesus