“Whose privilege is it?”
Just after sending out our last newsletter, I received several phone calls from terminally ill people requesting counsel on how to die. It was an astonishing series of incidents that came unsolicited.
One of the people is a lady who lives alone in modest circumstances. She is a widow, has buried both her children, and is the last surviving member of her family.
She is truly alone in this world.
It was a marvel to her that a perfect stranger, myself, would take the time to visit her. Several times on my first visit she made comment on how good it was of me to come to visit her.
I assured her that I was honoured to visit her. Somehow she did not understand that I felt the privilege was all mine.