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To: Sully- who wrote (39471)	4/14/2004 7:37:01 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 793917

And here I made such a careful effort to point out that there has been much written about the unreliability of these medical records! Are you reading only to find what you can dispute and disprove or are you trying to HEAR me? Because my inclination- honestly!-is to see things your way, only I don;t believe that that type of disparagement and denial are the best way to deal with these things. The whole point of all my posting was not to convince you that anything other than what you believe is actually TRUER, but that there are other belief options, and these options DO have basis (as in that article from Electronic Iraq). A dying child, hit by us or by them, intentionally or not, is still a dying child. You just can't ignore the emotional appeal of these images and the choice they offer to the viewer. We know who we are. They don't.

To: Sully- who wrote (39471)	4/14/2004 7:45:20 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 793917

A last incredibly inane anecdote: When I was very small I had to have a shot for some reason. When I saw that needle, I went insane. I screamed, kicked, hit, ran, hid under the examining table, slid under a couch. My mother, the doctor, the nurse first tried to reason with me, then they pursued me and dragged me out. Superior manpower won and I got the shot. Of course, they knew much I didn't know. Within my small world, I just knew someone was after me and was going to hurt me. Even my mother, with whom I should have had some sort of trusting relationship, was in on this betrayal. I couldn't differentiate. I just knew I was threatened. I dunno. When I started typing, it seemed to be some sort of apt analogy, but I have lost it. :)