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We, I mean "we" as a society, don't do enough to effect positive change. I think generally people aren't that great. Whenever I pick up a newspaper it's bad news. The politicians that are democratically elected to represent us are the first to fall off their pedestals, but it's us that put them there and at the end of the day they're probably a pretty decent portrayal of the electorate.
So I think that in order to lighten the scales when I get to purgatory it's nice to get the odd selfless, philanthropic act in there. I'm no saint though, and so I've decided that this should be a punishing ordeal and have therefore committed entirely to not doing any training or preparation at all to make it as difficult for myself as possible.
In an ideal story this is the part where I talk about how Alzheimers has affected my life in some roundabout way but to be honest it hasn't. Having said that, it's a pretty scary prospect. Imagine waking up one day and not recognising the person lying next to you. For that matter imagine not being recognised by the person you love most in the world.
There's lots of nasty ailments out there- all the "incurables". You could devote an entire lifetime to one of them and get nowhere. But (I know you shouldn't start a sentence with "But") at least it's something positive and when I fill the car up with petrol, buy sweatshop clothes, smoke my cigarette and drink to excess I can still look at myself in the mirror.