“New experiment? Do they think that we are guinea pigs? Rats? Cruel ... unethical ... inhumane ....”
And the worst thing was “You kill people? Aaaaaa ....”
This is the common expression we generally notice when someone talks about clinical trials.
I happened to come across a pleasant lady on Friday evening, who sat in the seat next to me on the subway. She was charming and apparently seemed to be in a happy-go-lucky-mood. After
exchanging several looks and smiles, she decided to break the ice.
“I like the way you manage to read a novel and play on your phone simultaneously,” she said.
I laughed. “Ha ha. Yes, kinda addicted to both.”
“Oh! So you read a lot?”
“Aaah, not as much as it may seem, but yes, enough that the story I read appears in my dreams.”
All my memories of my earlier Christmases were very good. My Dad’s childhood was not as enjoyable, losing his parents at a young age. Christmases were difficult for the family, as he shared with us. The neighbours helped with gifts, candy and fruit. For that reason he tried hard to make it unique for us. Finances were a struggle as money did not go far. Read More
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