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Lessons

of life

To the Editor:

Last year, when I learned that my cousin Beth had cancer, I felt surely something could be done. She was only 33 years old, healthy and athletic. And she had such a cheerful, caring disposition. How could this happen?

At first I thought there must be some mistake, but it was confirmed. Some of the cells in her body had begun to multiply wildly, and this unchecked, unregulated growth was consuming other cells in its path. The disorder had been misdiagnosed for years, and now her body was overrun by the marauding horde of cancerous cells. In her anger, she sued and won, but she was only weeks away from death.

Last week I sat in my living room listening to news from the Persian Gulf. Gen. H. Norman Schwarzkopf, referring to some carefully color coded maps, was giving a blow-byblow account of how the Allied war plans had been formed up and executed. It was a campaign that will be relished for years to come.

The nations of our world, led by the United States, joined together in order to decisively crush the military power of one of its members. The world gathered in the desert and surrounded a cancer that was wildly growing out of control and killed it. War is so terrible. It erodes the soul and can destory a nation’s spirit. So violent an event. So much death.

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