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March 24, 2005

Getting Elected Blogline: "And the Crowd Said Crucify"

Topics: General

- From Getting Elected Blogline:

Terri Schiavo's life is now in the hands of the Supreme Court. In the meantime, Terri's life is slowly slipping away. She is being starved to serve "justice". However, she has committed no crime.

Several recent polls say that a majority of Americans believe that starving Terri is OK. God help us.

For the past few days all I have been blogging about is Terri. I can't get her or this terrible situation out of my mind. It seems to me to be a simple case. Terri is alive; she is awake; she should live.

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Posted by richard at March 24, 2005 9:50 AM

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A thousand words about the Terri Schiavo you never knew
Careless Whisper was her favorite song. She rode horses. She saved birthday cards. She didn't go to prom.
By KELLEY BENHAM, Times Staff Writer
Published November 13, 2003
[Family photo] Terri Schiavo Previous coverage:
Terri Schiavo: 13 years of questions and uncertainty

She was named Theresa Marie, after Saint Theresa of Avila, but they called her that only when they were mad, which was almost never.

She drew pictures of dogs and horses, Bambi and Thumper, and her Labrador puppy, Bucky.

She grew up in a four-bedroom colonial on a half acre in the suburbs of northeast Philadelphia.

Overweight most of her life, she would cry when she had to buy school clothes.

She loved to peel skin after a sunburn.

She could keep a secret.

Her eyes are brown.

She attended Our Lady of Good Counsel school, where short, stout Sister Idalea knew the best way to pull a kid's hair to make it hurt.

She loved a boy named V.J. Mandez, but he did not love her back.

She learned to drive in a Ford Country Squire station wagon.

She got cold easily. She kept a blanket on the bed even in summer.

She once ran into the house crying because she had run over a rabbit. No one could console her. Her father went outside, came back, and said she was mistaken, there was no dead rabbit in the road. When she finally calmed down and left the room, her dad said, "Man, she nailed it."

She drank nearly a gallon of iced tea a day.

She read Danielle Steele novels. In their defense, she would say, "They are not Harlequins."

She liked to drive her T-top Trans Am past construction sites. She liked blonds.

She slept with her back to the window, so if she was murdered in the night she would not see it coming.

She weighed 200 pounds when she graduated from Archbishop Wood High School.

On her first real date, with a guy named Michael Schiavo, her brother and his friend stood on the front lawn and cheered.

She met Michael her second semester at Bucks County Community College. He was a year older, a foot taller and blond. He was the first guy who ever noticed her.

She has her mother's bushy eyebrows.

At Christmas, she would sneak around the house trying to find where the presents were hidden. Her father set up a train around the tree.

They said grace before dinner and had roast beef on Sundays.

She wrote a letter to John Denver asking him to sing at her wedding. He never wrote back.

She was not a great cook. She made a banana cake with green bananas and laughed when everyone told her how horrible it was.

She clerked at Prudential Insurance in Pennsylvania and in Florida, but wanted a job with animals.

She always made someone else kill the roaches.

Michael proposed after five months of dating. Her parents thought they were too young.

She was married Nov. 10, 1984, at Our Lady of Good Counsel Church in front of about 250 guests. It was the wedding she had always wanted, except that she refused to wait for warmer weather so she could have a horse and carriage. The tuxedos were gray.

She collected Precious Moments figurines.

When her Christmas tree was crooked, she called her dad for help. He told her to go buy a tree straightener. She called all over looking for one.

Before college she lost more than 50 pounds on a NutriSystem diet.

When she was about 7, her brother Bobby threw a brick at her head and made her cry.

Bobby locked her in a suitcase once and couldn't get her out. He ran for their mom while the suitcase jumped up and down, screaming.

She drove 30 minutes out of her way five days a week to visit her grandmother in a nursing home.

Her friends teased her that at the beach she was always the one the sea gull pooped on. "Don't lie next to me," they would say.

She worked at a dry cleaner in high school.

The movie Jaws made her cry. She was terrified of the ocean for the rest of her life.

Her gerbils were always getting loose and winding up in the air conditioning unit in the basement.

She was born Dec. 3, 1963, the first child of Robert and Mary Schindler. Robert was a salesman, mostly. Mary stayed home with Terri, and then Bobby and Suzanne.

On Saturdays, she went to Mass with her mother.

She was not strong and would not work out.

She bought her brother Bobby his first Bruce Springsteen record, Darkness on the Edge of Town, in 1978. He's been a fanatic ever since.

She always wanted to be a veterinarian and wrote TV zookeeper Joan Embry for advice. Embry said to finish college.

An average student, she dropped out of junior college.

She saw doctors for a benign lump in her breast, a wart on her toe and dizzy spells.

As a child she would spend hours in her room arranging her stuffed animals.

She loved Wham!

When Bucky the Labrador collapsed, she performed mouth-to-nose resuscitation on him. He died in her arms.

She and Michael lived in her parents' basement in Pennsylvania, then in a condo her parents owned in Florida. They paid rent, $400 a month, when they could.

She saw An Officer and a Gentleman four times in one day.

She quit using birth control in 1989 but did not get pregnant.

She is allergic to Benadryl.

She had an intolerance to salad and dairy products.

The night before her wedding, her father sat on the floor of her bedroom and watched her sleep. He was crying. She knew he was there, but never told him.

She loved the TV show Starsky and Hutch so much that she and her friend Sue Pickwell wrote hundreds of letters to Paul Michael Glaser. He, or his people, eventually wrote back.

At 26, she was 5 feet 4 and weighed 110 pounds. When she took off her shirt at night, Michael could see her bones.

She dyed her hair blond and bought a bikini.

She went to clubs with her brother because Michael worked nights. When guys hit on her, she would giggle, grab her brother and say, "I'm here with my boyfriend."

She had neat handwriting.

She had a good tan.

When she rode on the back of Bobby's motorcycle, she held on so tight she left marks on his skin.

Early on Feb. 25, 1990, she collapsed on the floor in the hallway outside her bedroom, gasping.

- Information for this story came from interviews with Terri Schiavo's brother, Bob Schindler Jr., and her childhood friend Diane Meyer, and from court transcripts, Newsday and the Associated Press.


Posted by: why? at March 24, 2005 9:59 AM

"And thou, profoundest Hell,
Receive thy new possessor—one who brings
A mind not to be changed by place or time.
…Here at least
We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure; and, in my choice,
To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven."

Posted by: Baillie at March 24, 2005 10:30 AM

These are my thoughts.

99% of the people who think it's okay for Terri to die think:

1) It was her wishes (FALSE - it was dreamed up by Michael and his death-advocate attorney Felos long after Michael received over a million dollars for her supposed rehabilitation she was supposed to be getting and care for the rest of her life (which they thought to be another 40 years or so, from the time of the incident)

2) She's brain-dead or PVS (FALSE - her brain is functioning, and we know that more doctors than not have said she is definitely NOT in a persistant vegetative state, but merely in a mildly conscience state)

3) She feels no pain, so what's the big deal? (FALSE - Terri does feel pain (she was given meds every month for her period - she moaned in pain from her cramps)

4) Her husband loves her (FALSE - his actions have been anything but loving to her the past 13 years, and it's a safe bet to say he more than likely caused her to be in the state she is in.
He wants her to die to cover up his abuse, get the rest of the money from the law suit, and get money from life insurance, oh, and to marry the woman he's been having sex with the past 10 years and fathered 2 kids with her.)

5) Terri's parents just want the money, they are selfish and greedy. (FALSE - While I have never personally met them, from letters I've received and other people who personally know them, they want nothing from Michael, just custody of Terri, so they can care for their daughter for the rest of her life and give her the rehabilitation she so desperately deserves. What parents wouldn't want that for their kid? And what parent would want to watch their child (whether young or old) die an inhumane and grotesque death from dehydration?)

So, as you see, most people are either ignorant to the facts, or stubbornly refuse to believe the truth because they don't want to be bothered with one person's life, or they have their own twisted agenda.

That's what I believe.

Posted by: Sirena at March 24, 2005 10:35 AM

Sorry, above I meant "conscious" not "conscience". (I always get those words messed up)

Posted by: Sirena at March 24, 2005 10:36 AM

I am so tired of the doctors saying how humane this will be for Terri. Why dont they try it first and then tell us what it will be like. The only reason she will not be suffering is because of all the drugs they will have her on.

Posted by: delphinius at March 24, 2005 11:11 AM