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Miss Annabelle enjoyed the precious moments of watching each of her students enter her room the day after the holidays. She was glad to be back with her students. She was loaded with lectures to start the second half of the school year.
One moment seemed to stand still. Cathy came through the door. She was a good fifteen pounds lighter and was wearing the cute jumper. Cathy shyly looked at her classmates, then at her adoring teacher. Miss Annabelle silently mouthed the word, "Wow!" Cathy smiled for the first time all school year. She is a beautiful girl, Miss Annabelle thought.
Her celebration was cut short when she watched Sally come in quietly, not smiling. Miss Annabelle went over and knelt down by her, fearing that her mother's condition took a turn for the worse.
"Sally, how is everything at home?"
"My mom's doing OK. But she told me that this Christmas might have been our last one together." Sally talked in a low and controlled voice. Then she gasped and rushed her words, in a high uncontrolled voice, "I just can't go through Christmas without my mom!"
Miss Annabelle hugged Sally and held her until Sally regained control. Then Miss Annabelle told her, "I'm going to talk about the value of your life today, darling. And I think it might help. OK?" Sally nodded.
"Boys and girls, I'm so happy to be back. Are you ready for your most important lecture so far this school year?"
"Yes!" they cheered. Ian scooted to the edge of his seat, which he did when he was extra ordinarily excited about a lecture. Sally's eyes looked like two black holes ready to pull in all the hope that came from Miss Annabelle's lecture. Rico looked neat and studious and attentive, quite a metamorphosis from the unkempt appearance when he started the year. Cathy, surprisingly, no longer sat in the back; she sat at a desk close to the front of the room; she's becoming beautiful, Miss Annabelle thought. Teddy closed the book he had been reading and looked charged up and ready to go. Miss Annabelle noticed he was reading a book on Henry Ford.
What a group, Miss Annabelle thought as she took a moment to admire the nine-year-olds. They're still pure and honest, she thought. I mustn't hold anything back...not anything. So, here goes...
"So often have I heard, murmured in a voice of hopelessness, `Everyone dies.' How many of you have heard that haunting comment?" About half the kids raised their hands in acknowledgment.
"I'm here today to tell you that human dying is completely unnatural. It is wrong. And it must be stopped."
Sally gasped. Miss Annabelle had just encapsulated every feeling and thought that permeated the little girl's soul since learning about her mom's illness.
"Instead of just accepting that we die, let's turn it around and ask, `Why do we die in the first place?' The answer sheds light on just how bizarre human dying really is.
"So, children, why do we die?"
Ian thought furiously. "I know!" he shouted.
"Yes, Ian?"
"Well, I'm convinced there's no God or other gossipy rumor like that ruling the cosmos. I think it's people like us who have been around a lot longer than us. So, I don't believe we die to go to heaven or anything."
"You're a very smart young man," Miss Annabelle said. "So, why do you think we die?"
"Evolution," he said, content with his one-word answer. But when the rest of the kids looked confused, he added, "You know, Darwin's Natural Selection...propagation of the species. Every living thing dies to allow the species to evolve and get stronger."
He really is smart, Miss Annabelle kept thinking. Then she said, "You're absolutely right, Ian. Mother Nature included aging and death as her mechanism to make the species progress. But let me ask you, Ian, how long do you think it would take for a major positive change to occur through evolution?"
"Thousands of years?" Ian answered.
"Or longer," Miss Annabelle said. "Now I'll ask you, class, how long does it take mankind to make major positive changes?"
"They happen all the time," Teddy said. "Every day my dad tells me something exciting that he's read in the paper or magazine."
"Oh yeah," Alan added. "You should see some of the new technologies I read about in my magazine."
"Every day," Miss Annabelle echoed. "Mankind progresses infinitely faster than Mother Nature. The original purpose for dying no longer applies to humans."
Miss Annabelle looked around her classroom in amazement. All twelve eight and nine-year-olds were watching her every gesture. Not one set of eyes was drowsy. The kids were thinking hard, and Miss Annabelle decided not to say anything at this point. She was curious who would be the first to ask her a question and what the question would be.
Sally asked the first question, "Doesn't that make aging a fatal disease to humans, just like cancer? I mean, aging kills us, and we don't need to die."
What fascinated Miss Annabelle was the speed at which Sally had absorbed and fully integrated Miss Annabelle's concept that death is unnatural to humans. Sally had already seen the logic and was using that concept to build further concepts. Adults, on the other hand, would have to wrestle with the idea of obsoleting death for their entire lifetimes and still not see the logic. Sally, however, saw the logic, snapped it into place, and immediately started building upon it.
"I'd call aging nothing other than a fatal disease, too, Sally," the eloquent teacher agreed. "And it's man's moral duty to cure and eradicate humanity's harmful diseases. It's man's moral duty to cure and eradicate human aging and death."
"Why can't that be done?" Sally asked innocently. Obviously, she had wondered the same thing about her mother's cancer.
"Let's back up and ask, why can't we cure other fatal diseases that are much more simple than curing human aging?" Miss Annabelle looked across the room, then added, "Let me give you a clue: the computer industry versus the medical industry."
The class was silent. Teddy, who had recently read an article about the developing computers, slowly raised his hand.
"Computers are getting cheaper; medical care is getting more expensive?" he said unsurely.
"Yes, Teddy!" the teacher said. "And there's a reason for that. The computer industry advances very rapidly at cheaper and cheaper costs because it's mostly unregulated. The medical industry is heavily regulated by the FDA and advances slowly at huge costs. Those prohibitive costs cut out the millions of small entrepreneurs working out of their garages, like what's starting to happen in the computer industry. Great computer dynamics are rising from the `garage entrepreneurs'. If the medical industry were self-regulated like computers and not held down by the FDA, then rapid progress by both the `garage entrepreneurs' and the huge drug companies would quickly eradicate most fatal diseases, and eventually aging and death."
"You mean, without the FDA, then fatal diseases like cancer would quickly be cured?" Sally asked while grimacing.
"Yes, darling." Miss Annabelle answered, feeling Sally's pain.
The room was quiet for several seconds as the kids, who had already snapped the logic into their minds, tried to comprehend why the FDA was allowed to exist. Then Sally broke the silence.
"They're murderers...right?" she asked angrily.
"Yes, they are," Miss Annabelle answered, matter of factly. Now, Miss Annabelle knew this would get her in a lot of trouble with the school board. She already knew the God discussion before the holidays would get her in trouble. But she knew today's talk was the necessary puzzle piece to build the rest of the year's lectures. After her vision on Christmas Day of the beautiful future world and the puzzle picture that would bring these children into that beautiful world, she knew the key puzzle piece was this lecture to integrate them with the infinite value of their own lives. To successfully do this, Miss Annabelle could not hold anything back, including the destruction caused by politicians and regulatory bureaucrats, no matter what the consequences.
"They're murdering my mom?" Sally continued.
"Yes, they are, darling," Miss Annabelle answered. Her heart was hurting for Sally, who had tears welling up in her eyes.
"Around Thanksgiving, I asked who in here wanted to someday find cures to fatal diseases like cancer. All of you raised your hands. I want you to remember to look through to the essence of what you're doing in life -- in this case, saving lives. If there are obstacles that block you here in America because of certain people in the FDA or Congress who want to rule over the medical or drug industry, then you take your life's work and move to a country where you can continue. If that were being done today, then Sally's mom would not be dying."
Sally started crying, and Miss Annabelle walked over to comfort her.
"The value of human life is immeasurable. If we have to go against what is deemed `legal' research by bureaucrats in order to save human life, then we are morally free to break the law or to go around it."
Miss Annabelle stopped to hug Sally. The class was stunned. No adult had ever told them to break the law. But the children were deeply moved. Miss Annabelle talked to them at a level they had never known -- the level of fully integrated honesty. She went beyond "truth" or "legality". And, having matured decades during the past quarter hour, the children felt the responsibility of this level of communication.
"The value of human life is...it is everything. There is nothing more valuable in the Universe. As we talked about before the holidays, we are the Gods of the Universe. The value of each one of your lives is infinite -- it is the value of God. In the world with no matrix of illusions, people never die. Like Gods, each of you and your loved ones should live eternally. I want you to start thinking about your right, as an infinitely valuable human being, as a God-Man, to never die. Dying is bizarre. It is unnatural."
Miss Annabelle stopped there. The infinite value of life was now seeded in her students. She knew that seed would grow and the children would grow up with a whole different perspective about human life. She knew they would now forever scorn anything harmful...from the FDA to cigarettes or drugs. They would take no foolish chances with life like riding in cars driven by reckless drivers or someone who has been drinking alcohol.
The longer they live, she thought, the greater their chances of making it to the future world where people don't die anymore.
Still standing next to Sally, Miss Annabelle looked down and put her hand on the little girl's head and patted it gently, and said, "The immense value of our lives is why we must go on and live life to the fullest, even after we lose a loved one."
"But, Miss Annabelle, if there's no God, then there's no Heaven, and I'll never see my mom again," Sally said desperately.
Miss Annabelle was not surprised by Sally's comment.
"Maybe we don't need to believe in God and Heaven anymore," Miss Annabelle said compassionately. "Maybe there is something better -- something real."
Sally's deep brown eyes, which were scared and puzzled, relaxed a little and became hopeful as she looked up at her teacher.
"Let me tell you a little story first, a true story, then I'll explain why something even better than God and Heaven and something real may await your mother."
All the children were now sitting on the edge of their seats and leaning forward like a bed of flowers growing toward their precious sun. Miss Annabelle had their attention, and she would nourish their minds. Whether she was right or wrong with what she was about to say, she knew their minds would forever grow free of status quo and traditional thinking. She was about to give them the gift to break outside of boundaries to explore powerful new thoughts.
"During your history lessons, I've lectured about World War II and the Holocaust. Millions of innocent people died on the battlefields and in the concentration camps. There was a wealthy German businessman named Oskar Schindler who acquired as many Jews as he could to work in his factories in order to keep them out of the concentration camps and save their lives.
"Schindler was a producer of values, an entrepreneurial businessman. As such, he valued values. He, and others like him, could not let the ultimate value -- human life -- perish. ...Could you?"
Sally and the rest of the class shook their heads right away. They were following Miss Annabelle's monologue word for word.
"You are the future value producers. Value producers would do everything possible to never let the supreme value -- human life -- perish." Miss Annabelle noticed Teddy look away, like his mind had just taken off and raced ahead of Miss Annabelle's speech. She gave him a moment, then asked him, "Teddy, I just saw a light go on in your head. Can you shed some of that light on us?"
Several children smiled and looked at him. He lifted his eyes and brushed back his thick brown hair, and calmly said, "Everyone out there is a value producer. Remember what you said? To survive past their nuclear power that could wipe out civilization, then everyone would have to become a value producer. So, they're all value producers out there." ...Teddy was referring to the lecture just before the holidays that suggested that advanced humanlike consciousness controlled the cosmos. The logic was scientifically solid, and these children interlocked solid logic into their brains in a matter of minutes, where adults might take months or years...if ever.
Ian's eyes were sparkling. He turned his chair around to face Teddy. Sally turned too, blinking her soft brown eyes more frequently with all the excitement in the air.
"And those value producers have been there for millions or billions of years," Miss Annabelle prompted. "Think of the technology they would have created in all that time."
Like a levee holding back tons of water, Ian burst: "They would have learned how to keep people from aging and dying!"
"Very quickly," Miss Annabelle added. "Even right here on Earth, we're but a few years away from some early stages of averting death, particularly if the medical industry could progress without the FDA. We have had our cognitive minds for only a few thousand years, and we are close to outsmarting death itself once we have unhampered, advancing technologies. What about cognitive humans who have lived for millions or billions of years? We have to ask ourselves, what levels of advanced technologies have they reached?
"Of course, we have no way of knowing their technologies, but there is one thing we can know for sure. Does anyone want to venture what that one thing is?" Miss Annabelle looked around the room. From behind her came a voice so confident, it sounded almost omnipotent:
"They would not let anyone perish...not even my mom," Sally said.
Miss Annabelle's heart skipped a beat. She twirled around and locked eyes with Sally.
"How could they?" the teacher happily cried out. "Just like Oskar Schindler could not let the helpless, innocent Jews perish, how could those Gods of the Universe let your helpless, innocent mother perish?"
Sally rose from her chair like she was pulled from above. She knew now that some technology existed that saved our consciousness after our bodies died. She started walking toward her teacher, then she ran to her and jumped into her receiving arms. "Oh, Miss Annabelle," she cried as euphoria filled her, "mommy's going to be OK...mommy's going to be OK!"
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