Girl who raised $700,000 for cancer research dies

Discussion in 'Current Events' started by jsw, Aug 2, 2004.

  1. jsw Moderator emeritus


    Mar 16, 2004
    Andover, MA
    From here:

    This litle girl was originally mentioned in this thread, and this sad news was first broken, I believe, in this post.
  2. wdlove macrumors P6


    Oct 20, 2002
    My prayers go out to her family and friends. God has called her home, "Welcome my good and faithful servant." She has inspired many others, what she has done will help many in the future. According to her parents she left this Earth peacefully.
  3. iJon macrumors 604


    Feb 7, 2002
    seeing what an 8 year old can do really makes me feel pathetic in my lifetime. very heroic like. i feel for her family and i'm sure the world appreciates here contributions.

  4. QCassidy352 macrumors G4


    Mar 20, 2003
    Bay Area
    yes it does. When you think about all of the terrible people who go on to live long, undeserving lives, while this amazing little girl dies at age 8... yes, life sucks.
  5. virividox macrumors 601


    Aug 19, 2003
    Manila - Nottingham - Philadelphia - Santa Barbar
    this kid could have changed the world, and probably would have; but we wont ever know. while so many people out there waste their lives
  6. themadchemist macrumors 68030


    Jan 31, 2003
    Chi Town
    It seems the best, the brightest, the most disarming ones, those are the ones who suffer the most. Alexandra Scott, Mattie Stepanek, and many others...

    It's a sad world and sometimes you question the tyranny of life.
  7. CubaTBird macrumors 68020

    Apr 18, 2004
  8. Balin64 macrumors 6502a


    Jul 23, 2002
    In a Mauve Dream
    Requiescat in Pace

    By Peter Handke:

    When the child was a child
    It walked with its arms swinging,
    wanted the brook to be a river,
    the river to be a torrent,
    and this puddle to be the sea.

    When the child was a child,
    it didn’t know that it was a child,
    everything was soulful,
    and all souls were one.

    When the child was a child,
    it had no opinion about anything,
    had no habits,
    it often sat cross-legged,
    took off running,
    had a cowlick in its hair,
    and made no faces when photographed.

    When the child was a child,
    It was the time for these questions:
    Why am I me, and why not you?
    Why am I here, and why not there?
    When did time begin, and where does space end?
    Is life under the sun not just a dream?
    Is what I see and hear and smell
    not just an illusion of a world before the world?
    Given the facts of evil and people.
    does evil really exist?
    How can it be that I, who I am,
    didn’t exist before I came to be,
    and that, someday, I, who I am,
    will no longer be who I am?

    When the child was a child,
    It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
    and on steamed cauliflower,
    and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.

    When the child was a child,
    it awoke once in a strange bed,
    and now does so again and again.
    Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
    and now only a few do, by sheer luck.

    It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
    and now can at most guess,
    could not conceive of nothingness,
    and shudders today at the thought.

    When the child was a child,
    It played with enthusiasm,
    and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
    but only when it concerns its work.

    When the child was a child,
    It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,
    And so it is even now.

    When the child was a child,
    Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
    and do even now,
    Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
    and do even now,
    it had, on every mountaintop,
    the longing for a higher mountain yet,
    and in every city,
    the longing for an even greater city,
    and that is still so,
    It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
    with an elation it still has today,
    has a shyness in front of strangers,
    and has that even now.
    It awaited the first snow,
    And waits that way even now.

    When the child was a child,
    It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
    And it quivers there still today.

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