The 900 pound man
Thursday, July 04, 2013
I watched this on the tv the other night and the plight of this obese man was shown. He had begged for help long before he got to 900 pounds but his family just ignored him. But then, they really didn't know how to help him. No doctor in his country wanted to treat him, I understood the logic of it all. He the end he took some pills and his heart finally stopped and he died. His wife was spent from taking care of his physical needs for years and years and yet there was no one left to help him. He cried from the pain of the fat piled on his body and my heart went out to him. I thought to myself, "If I don't get a handle on my gaining weight, I too will be another death statistic." I felt sad for him and I felt sad for all the many people trying so hard to lose weight. So many people suffering from this. I think I sit too much and don't exercise enough. And I think of this poor man who only wanted to get up and walk, to look normal. I just wanted to remember him tonight and how he cried for help. But the help he really needed had to come from him.