[ WP ] Your wife and doctor are considering pulling your plug .

I've always been a do-it-yourself kind of guy. No one, or anything could keep me down. The world had been at my fingertips. I accomplished a lot of things during my life. If there was someone who needed help with their lawnmower, I was there. I remodelled the bathrooms in our house by hand, with a little help from a couple of friends. My business was doing well, my wife was happy, and a child was on the way. Our first, and only child that we would have, together. 
 
 I was always adamant to my wife, that we needed to live, that survival was not enough. And live we did. We were in love. I could take her all around the country, and I told her that as soon as we could afford it, we would be visiting all around the world. She wanted to go to paris, and that was where I told her we'd go on our next trip. To that beautiful city and the wonderful works of art by those who would create beauty at all times, in health, in sick, in times of plenty and times of despair. 
 
 If I could have, I would have cried, and told her that she would have to go without me, that i'd be fine. She'd start to tear up and look at me and say she'd never leave me, with those light green eyes. But she will have to. I can hear crying in the room, her sobs right now, she comes to grasp my hand, as I can feel the tension, barely audible, she whispers'i love you' as the machines helping me breath are powered down. The machine forces one more mechanical breath in, and my lungs slowly deflate. 
 
 I knew this day would come. It's been so long. My chest begins to burn, my lungs receiving no more air. The breathing tubes and the feeding tubes are taken out. My mind begins to get foggy, and I am going home. Home. I had n't been home for a long time. It's time to go home. It was then that I realized something. What is life without trials, what is life without a fight? What does it mean to be human? Would I leave without trying to make her happy ever again? I can feel it, my body, screaming for air! 
 
 But I ca n't move my hand? I ca n't move my mouth, it's over. The haze and the fog, the sun is setting and it gets dark. I feel like I'm drowning in the depths of the ocean. Swim! I tell myself. It's not over yet, fight! I need to fight! 
 
 The waves of despair are dashing about me as I struggle, trying to force me under. Would I leave them alone? Would I just give up? They did n't give up on me. I gave up on myself. Kicking, and fighting I swam up and I jumped over the waves, gasping for air. 
 
 ``... David!'' I heard, as I opened my eyes for the first time in months and grasped my wife in the most heartfelt hug i'd ever given. 
 
 `` Honey, we're going to paris.''
