People have been dying from regular flu shots. Kids have been dropping dead on
Athletic fields for years. This didn’t happen in the 1980’s. Race to cure when processed food and these shots are causing cancer, heart problems and death.
Not as often as now, perhaps, but I recall two boys suddenly dying of heart problems in the 1970’s. In my seventh grade class in middle school, a new student, Catholic, who actually went to Mass, “Danny W.” dropped dead while running to first base at a Little League game. That was on a Saturday morning in May, 1971. He’d been my dialogue partner in French class on Friday afternoon. I heard the news on the PA in school, Monday morning. That’s how most kids found out. This was before the days of sending in the ‘grief counselors’ or having an extended home room for kids to ‘vent’ or share remembrances. A few kids who lived near him or were his close friends were excused for the funeral, otherwise, the school treated the incident almost as if he’d never existed. Someone cleaned out his locker during second period. It was two down from mine in 7-C. When I came back from Algebra, the lock was gone and it smelled of Pine-Sol. A few kids talked about it, but not around the teachers. It was the first time I’d ever experienced the death of a young person. The finality of it was what I found shocking. It made me think whether I’d ever been mean or thought badly of him. To this day, I remember the French dialogue we practiced in class. I was Therese and he was Pierre.
The second boy was a sophomore when I was a senior. I didn’t have any interaction with him, only recognized him by sight. He passed out during an “away” soccer game for no apparent reason. The coach put it up to dehydration. He sat out for awhile and begged to be put back in, which the coach allowed. He passed out again in the parking lot, didn’t come to, and died in the ambulance. This would have been Fall of 1975. This time, most kids knew it that evening, although I didn’t until next morning because of talk in the hall. I think my home room signed a group card to his family. I remember a minute of silence in his honor and various posters up in the “quad” that students could write on. I’m sure there were quite a few at his funeral, but I didn’t really know him. The school was too big to feel a connection to everyone.
I can also remember hearing of the sudden cardiac death of a 15 year old girl. She’d been in middle school in the school where I’d taught grades two-four. I only remember her by sight and that her name was Dixie, a slightly unusual name. I don’t the circuмstances, only that she’d died in her sleep. This would have been 1989 or 1990. I believe an autopsy uncovered an aneurism.
In the spring of 2000, a first grade pupil of mine lost her 27 year old father to a sudden heart attack. There was no sign of heart disease or other health issues. He died at his work as an iron worker in NYC. He was father to six girls that included a pair of identical twins, and his wife was carrying yet another pair of girls, maybe a few months on. In this case, the school was small enough that four of the girls were enrolled, only the twins at home, age two. Class was cancelled for the funeral that was so well attended all but family, church members, and close friends got inside. The rest of us watched on TVs in the lobby, the Sabbath School rooms, offices, and like me, outside in the parking lot. They were some branch of Seven Day Adventists who didn’t contracept or eat meat. They had church on Saturday.
A Baptist pastor husband of one of the teachers did come to school and give a very basic talk about his death, and how to treat the girls when they returned from the mourning period. He stuck around in case anyone, student or adult, wanted to pray or take counsel. The child in my class was very moody the rest of the year, swinging suddenly from sadness to rage. Remarkably, her grades remained very high. The class treated her kindly, giving lots of leeway when needed, or if I indicated. I made sure, however, she didn’t get spoiled. A few times I needed to discipline her like anyone else. “Your Daddy going to God is not an excuse to cheat on your spelling test, or call Leo ‘Fatty.’” If I pointed out that her father still expected good behavior, it was enough to inspire repentance. I don’t know that there was ever a medical explanation. Their church did not accept vaccines of any sort, and they didn’t believe in embalming or autopsy. At the time of the public funeral, he was already buried.
The last I heard of this family, they’d returned to their native Arizona to live near family. She had the second set of twin girls and later remarried. It seems to me a few years ago, there were 14 children, total, no more multiples! Too bad they weren’t Catholic!
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