Monday, September 26, 2005

A Merchant of Death


Two adult sons were visiting their father in his hospital room. Carrying on a conversation with him was extremely difficult because he was gasping for his breath. Doctors call it emphysema. Lying there was one of the richest men in the world, helpless now, who had slowly been brought to this state of health by using his own product. He died.


His sons went back to their lives. One son continued to smoke and later died. The other son had stopped smoking. He was asked about his own children. He said that he wouldn't allow his children to smoke. I have a question for this merchant of death. How can you sleep at night knowing that your product kills over 400,000 people yearly in the United States alone?