The human body is a remarkable testimony to the powerful resilience of nature. It seems like most of us, when we are young, can cram just about anything into our mouths — fatty; sugary; greasy; whatever — and barely gain an extra ounce. Of course, that's not true for all kids; some have a real battle with weight gain or obesity, brought on by … what? … a high fat, high sugar diet; an inactive disposition? Perhaps. No matter how we feed ourselves, not all of us are blessed with the figure of Farrah Fawcett or Hugh Jackman, and so we usually spend a bit of time in the gym working out, or at least being active on the tennis court or soccer field. The temptation for the skinny to be judgmental about the more heavily built is often quite strong, and sometimes causes the latter to retreat into the shadows and comfort of another box of snack crackers.
The way the majority of human beings make their exit from life is not usually a pretty sight. We are generally far from home in some hospital or nursing home with tubes and wires coming out and going into various points on our bodies. One by one the organs of the body shut down, while basic bodily functions cease. The real unfortunate ones leave this world gasping and choking for air. Those in agony are eased from consciousness by morphine or some other pain-relieving medication. The scene is never attractive; the details rarely make it to the evening news. And loved ones witnessing the demise must sit helpless until the ordeal has passed. This picture is the hell I am referring to.
You and I have been dropped into a world where doing the right thing appears to get less and less convenient as time goes by: Recycling — the sensible kind — can be a messy affair. People who live in the country are more likely to have a compost pile somewhere in the yard; but keeping track of everything that should go on that pile can be a pain … and smelly … and messy. If you live in town? Not so easy. If you live in a large city? Forget it; you're more likely to be arrested for doing something so unhealthful. Mind you, in the cities, it's a little easier to recycle cans and bottles; but not so much in rural areas. The same with paper and cardboard. But all these are food for another discussion (pardon the pun).
Unless the Ponce de Leon should be resurrected to continue a more successful quest for the Fountain of Youth, we are all going to die one day. For some of us the event will be, dare I say it — uneventful. But not so for most of us. Those of us living out our natural years are most likely going to be taken out by something that creeps in the back door; something we aren't looking for, haven't planned for, and most likely — don't expect. We've all lost loved ones who have gone long before their time; I'm familiar with many, many people who died of cancer who never smoked a cigarette in their lives. Yep, injustice seems to have no favorites; it shows up just about anywhere.
Applying a little temperance to our lives; eating as well as is available; keeping things moving — all these and others are more likely to help us bow out gracefully and with dignity, because usually, when our expiration date arrives, circumstances are not pretty to watch.
No, I don't believe people go to Hell because they don't take care of themselves. Hell will come to us … and it probably won't be worth videotaping.
Just my take on it ….