I guess there’s hope. It’s kind of weird being tied down, staring at the sword up there, waiting for the string to break. You’d think it would make you appreciate things all the more, and it does. But you also start wishing it would break already!
On Wednesday, my sister was telling me about a family in China. The wife and daughter were hoping that the husband’s death sentence, set for Thanksgiving day,would be commuted. He had been accused of spying for Taiwan. No one knew what the truth was.
Friday, the family was told they were going to visit him. When they got there, they were told he’d just been executed. The last message from him that they had received said that he wanted to be executed soon, and for them to get along with their lives.
I guess he got the first part. I dunno about the second.