In Sickness And Health
'Till Death Do Us Part
That said, they took their vows and all was well for quite a number of years. Must have been; they had three children. Ages 14, 11 and 8. They were, after all, married in 1990. Good things, however, don't seem to last. Sigh. One falls in love, and then out of love. If they were ever in love, to begin with. Well, they must have been. One-half of the brace, in any event.
For the she of the couple, named Dawnell Batista, became ill, very ill indeed. She suffered kidney failure. And had the great good fortune to have had two donor kidneys implanted. The pity of it was that neither lasted. But her husband, Dr. Richard Batista loved his wife so very much that, white knight-like, he stepped in with an offer she just couldn't refuse. One of his very own kidneys.
Post-surgery, she was as good as new. Must have been, since she had their third child afterward. Figure it out: in 2001 he donated one of his precious body parts to his equally-precious wife. They had celebratory conjugal relations which produced the third of their children. Before, after; whatever. Bliss. Happiness forever.
As a symbol of love, which rates higher, a husband's kidney to his beloved wife, or a sparkling diamond ring? DeBeers, in its luscious advertising, claims that the diamond is forever. Well, the diamond may be, but that doesn't mean the marriage that produced the diamond would be. A kidney, though, there's a life-time guarantee somewhere in there. As long as the life lasts.
You betcha.
Well, no one knows what goes on in the bedrooms of the nations, right? Things began to fall apart, obviously. The love that was so compelling failed, alas. Perhaps not on the good doctor-husband's part, but certainly on his wife's, for she filed for divorce in 2005. Ingrate. At this point, imagine her husband fuming at the perfidy of womankind.
Not even for the good of their three children would she remain under the same roof?
Love and hate are so often intertwined. What started out as bliss and joy and love everlasting, degenerates all too often, given the sometimes-volatile nature of close and intimate companionship, into distaste, impelling one of the couple to attempt to distance from the other. Revenge, bitterness, a biting hatred takes the place of what was once love.
Give it back, said the husband. Give it back? Love has flown, not to return, it cannot be recaptured, given back, despite the longing of one half of the equation. Love? Who's talking about love? Keep your love, it wasn't sincere to begin with, otherwise it wouldn't have diminished, tarnished, departed. No, I mean the kidney, return it forthwith.
The kidney? You heard me right. So Dr. Battista can take the issue to a court of law. It's been done before; isn't this kind of reminiscent of the unfortunate Merchant of Venice? What court in the land - any land, would support the plaintiff? None. His grievance might have some level of justice, but a gift of this nature, once given, is irrevocable, irrecoverable.
Tch, however, just think of the trauma each is foisting upon the other, and in so doing, the irredeemable harm done to those three young children. People can be such jackasses.
Such is life.
That said, they took their vows and all was well for quite a number of years. Must have been; they had three children. Ages 14, 11 and 8. They were, after all, married in 1990. Good things, however, don't seem to last. Sigh. One falls in love, and then out of love. If they were ever in love, to begin with. Well, they must have been. One-half of the brace, in any event.
For the she of the couple, named Dawnell Batista, became ill, very ill indeed. She suffered kidney failure. And had the great good fortune to have had two donor kidneys implanted. The pity of it was that neither lasted. But her husband, Dr. Richard Batista loved his wife so very much that, white knight-like, he stepped in with an offer she just couldn't refuse. One of his very own kidneys.
Post-surgery, she was as good as new. Must have been, since she had their third child afterward. Figure it out: in 2001 he donated one of his precious body parts to his equally-precious wife. They had celebratory conjugal relations which produced the third of their children. Before, after; whatever. Bliss. Happiness forever.
As a symbol of love, which rates higher, a husband's kidney to his beloved wife, or a sparkling diamond ring? DeBeers, in its luscious advertising, claims that the diamond is forever. Well, the diamond may be, but that doesn't mean the marriage that produced the diamond would be. A kidney, though, there's a life-time guarantee somewhere in there. As long as the life lasts.
You betcha.
Well, no one knows what goes on in the bedrooms of the nations, right? Things began to fall apart, obviously. The love that was so compelling failed, alas. Perhaps not on the good doctor-husband's part, but certainly on his wife's, for she filed for divorce in 2005. Ingrate. At this point, imagine her husband fuming at the perfidy of womankind.
Not even for the good of their three children would she remain under the same roof?
Love and hate are so often intertwined. What started out as bliss and joy and love everlasting, degenerates all too often, given the sometimes-volatile nature of close and intimate companionship, into distaste, impelling one of the couple to attempt to distance from the other. Revenge, bitterness, a biting hatred takes the place of what was once love.
Give it back, said the husband. Give it back? Love has flown, not to return, it cannot be recaptured, given back, despite the longing of one half of the equation. Love? Who's talking about love? Keep your love, it wasn't sincere to begin with, otherwise it wouldn't have diminished, tarnished, departed. No, I mean the kidney, return it forthwith.
The kidney? You heard me right. So Dr. Battista can take the issue to a court of law. It's been done before; isn't this kind of reminiscent of the unfortunate Merchant of Venice? What court in the land - any land, would support the plaintiff? None. His grievance might have some level of justice, but a gift of this nature, once given, is irrevocable, irrecoverable.
Tch, however, just think of the trauma each is foisting upon the other, and in so doing, the irredeemable harm done to those three young children. People can be such jackasses.
Such is life.
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