LOL....carrying on from before!!<quoted text>
In the last 100 years, science has provided more beneficial results for humanity than any religion did in the last 2000 years.
***Your responsibility? Did you know that? They can give you as many as they feel like it in a packet, but are limited per item. Add up your chemical intake, if you have the time to be bothered, and look up the chemicals ingredients... a lot of them are charming little bits and pieces that you can't even see, causing all sorts of nasty health issues.
Yeah, they will eventually remove them all, people have worked it out, and are demanding 'natural' foods.... but it is a money scenario, and where the heck would all the people who make drugs, additives and chemicals work? Ahhh, the Health Industry!! A big Topic, not right for this forum, but they make you sick and then tell you they can't afford to fix you, so you need private health; and then of course, that pays for all of those workers.
In country towns where they live naturally, and according to the statistics of today, people are living healthier and longer lives. And they are useful members of their communities, and respected.
One day in 1976, Moraitis felt short of breath. Climbing stairs was a chore; he had to quit working midday. After X-rays, his doctor concluded that Moraitis had lung cancer. As he recalls, nine other doctors confirmed the diagnosis. They gave him nine months to live. He was in his mid-60s.
Moraitis considered staying in America and seeking aggressive cancer treatment at a local hospital. That way, he could also be close to his adult children. But he decided instead to return to Ikaria, where he could be buried with his ancestors in a cemetery shaded by oak trees that overlooked the Aegean Sea. He figured a funeral in the United States would cost thousands, a traditional Ikarian one only $200, leaving more of his retirement savings for his wife, Elpiniki. Moraitis and Elpiniki moved in with his elderly parents, into a tiny, whitewashed house on two acres of stepped vineyards near Evdilos, on the north side of Ikaria. At first, he spent his days in bed, as his mother and wife tended to him. He reconnected with his faith. On Sunday mornings, he hobbled up the hill to a tiny Greek Orthodox chapel where his grandfather once served as a priest. When his childhood friends discovered that he had moved back, they started showing up every afternoon. Theyd talk for hours, an activity that invariably involved a bottle or two of locally produced wine. I might as well die happy, he thought.
In the ensuing months, something strange happened. He says he started to feel stronger. One day, feeling ambitious, he planted some vegetables in the garden. He didnt expect to live to harvest them, but he enjoyed being in the sunshine, breathing the ocean air. Elpiniki could enjoy the fresh vegetables after he was gone.
Six months came and went. Moraitis didnt die. Instead, he reaped his garden and, feeling emboldened, cleaned up the family vineyard as well.