Jehovah's Witnesses and Blood Transfusions-Grab The Rope!
Death is always tragic. Made even more so, when it can be easily avoided.This Hub is an appeal to Jehovah Witnesses world wide to reconsider their stand against emergency blood transfusions. It is dedicated to those who have had to helplessly stand by and watch their Jehovah Witness relative, friend, loved one, or patient die because they refused a blood transfusion that could have easily saved their life. Most victims are adults, many are children. All died needlessly.
Grab The Rope!
An experienced fisherman is fishing off the coast of Florida when he hears a cry for help off his port side. He quickly looks and sees a man in the water about 50 yards away clearly exhausted. He is treading water and is barely able to stay afloat a midst the blistery ocean waves. It is a cold day and the waves are rough.
"Hold on" shouts the fisherman, "I'll help you" He quickly maneuvers his mid-size craft to within a lines throw of the man in the water.
He grabs a line and ties a flotation to it. The poor man is getting weaker so he must make this throw count. He takes a deep breath and says a quick prayer, then throws.... It is a perfect shot. All the struggling man need do is reach out and take hold of the float to be pulled to safety.
But the man in the water refuses. Yelling back that he could not accept this type of line. "Only an organic line will do!"
Our would-be hero can't believe his ears. "Say again" He calls out in disbelief.
"Your line" The man in the water yells, "it's the wrong kind! I can't defile myself with Nylon! Throw me a flotation tied with an organic line! Cotton, wool, or even silk! I don't care! Anything organic will do!!"
Our hero is perplexed!? By this time his line has moved out of reach. He will have to try again. As he pulls the flotation back onto his boat, he sees the man slipping further and further under the water with each wave. He will only get one more chance.
He considers jumping in after him but the ocean is far to rough and there is no one else on board. Who would steady the boat? He knew his physical limitations. He is not a good enough swimmer to save the drowning man and himself. If he jumped in, they both would be lost.
He thinks about maneuvering the boat close enough for the man to climb in but abandons the thought. It would take to long in these waters. Every moment he takes trying to consider alternatives the man grows weaker. The line is the man's best and only chance.
Our Hero yells back. "This is all I have! Grab on! I'll pull you in!!!" He throws the line, and again, a perfect shot. But the perishing man refuses to grab hold.
"No! I can't! It is against my religion!"
"But its a rope! Grab on! I can save you!"
"No! Please find another way! I can't do this any longer!
"There is no other way!" Cries our hero in despair, desperately emploring the man to take hold.
"Please!! Grab the rope!!!!"
"I ca.......... "
Suddenly, a large wave overpowers the man. He disappears under the water and is not to be seen again.
The fisherman stood there in sickened astonishment for several minutes peering at the ocean surface waiting, hoping, praying. His heart racing as adrenalin rushes through his veins. Sweat dripping from his cloths. Anguish ripples his face as the reality of the moment begins to take hold. The line that he had grasped like claws of iron slowly drop from his fingers as the current drags it further and further out to sea. He can't bring himself to pull it aboard!
"It was a rope" he says to himself, "I don't understand!"