Terri nearing the end

Schiavo’s parents get ‘emergency hearing’
Father says she is ‘down to her last hours’

PINELLAS PARK, Florida (CNN) — The parents of Terri Schiavo have launched last-ditch efforts to get their brain-damaged daughter’s feeding tube reconnected immediately, saying she is now “down to her last hours.”

Bob Schindler, Schiavo’s father, said, “Terri is weakening … Something has to be done and has to be done quick.”

It’s worth a prayer on this, the holiest weekend on the Catholic / Christian calendar.

Source: CNN

Choose life.

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  • Howard Beale

    I want Terri to live and Jesus will cure her and she will sing sweet Jesussong to me and I will marri Terri and we will live on a freedomfarm and be married and raise cattle and sheep and I will buy her a pony and yes I said Yes I will yes yes YES. :razz:

  • Bibby Bibibbian

    POEM FOR TERRI

    I will never marry Terri,
    For she is already wed.
    But I’m hoping I can carry
    Her metal coffin when she’s dead,

    For to do so would please Jesus,
    He who gives us breath and life.
    He strives so very hard to please us!
    Though she cannot be my wife,

    We share a bond of Christian duty,
    One transcending space and time.
    No, I’ll never stroke her booty,
    And she’ll never read this rhyme,

    But in a year or two, or seven,
    When my time on Earth has passed,
    I’ll meet sweet Terri up in Heaven,
    And I’ll kiss her face at last.

    Copyright 2005 by Bibby Bibibbian. All rights reserved. This poem may be disseminated as long as it is not modified, and if I am given credit for its authorship. Praise Jesus Christ!

  • Howard Beale

    I want Terri to live and Jesus will cure her and she will sing sweet Jesussong to me and I will marri Terri and we will live on a freedomfarm and be married and raise cattle and sheep and I will buy her a pony and yes I said Yes I will yes yes YES. :razz:

  • Bibby Bibibbian

    POEM FOR TERRI

    I will never marry Terri,
    For she is already wed.
    But I’m hoping I can carry
    Her metal coffin when she’s dead,

    For to do so would please Jesus,
    He who gives us breath and life.
    He strives so very hard to please us!
    Though she cannot be my wife,

    We share a bond of Christian duty,
    One transcending space and time.
    No, I’ll never stroke her booty,
    And she’ll never read this rhyme,

    But in a year or two, or seven,
    When my time on Earth has passed,
    I’ll meet sweet Terri up in Heaven,
    And I’ll kiss her face at last.

    Copyright 2005 by Bibby Bibibbian. All rights reserved. This poem may be disseminated as long as it is not modified, and if I am given credit for its authorship. Praise Jesus Christ!