I think if Elvis could have got off the medication/drugs and took better care of himself then yes i think he'd still be here.
I never looked for trouble but I never ran.
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OK - so let's say Elvis died in the kitchen - there would be just as many jokes about him being in the kitchen as the bathroom. People would have been saying one too many peanut butter and banana sandwiches, shouldn't ate that last pound of bacon, etc!
Maybe Elvis dying where he did was somebody saying it doesn't matter how big or famous you are - you are not in control - somebody bigger is!!!!
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I don't believe in destiny for the simple reason that I don't think it's pre-determined that a 4 year old child's destiny is to be raped and murdered.
obviosly this thread has gone way off topic
i believe that if it had been saved,if the people of his around had worried more for that for his fame and money.
I find it hard to reconcile people being "meant" to die, or it was "just their time to go". I think that's a cop out.
After all, death is inevitable and comes to us all at one point or another. Of course it will eventually be someone's "time". So it's kind of a moot point.
Getlo - cute'n'cuddly
I developed an irregular heartbeat at 27 and have had problems with prescription meds. The shrinks tell me I am type A personality and with my family history have depression and anxiety problems. I am a worrier. I learned to worry at an early age-and its as natural as breathing today at 53. It also will kill me one day.
Yet I can honestly say I did not want to have the worrybug ingrained in me as a child. Children should not be put in circumstances which produce worry-I was and my life will be cut short one day because of it. The problem with worrying as you get older is it gets worse-and it sends my BP sky high and my pulse plays "Rock around the clock" in my chest except its a little off kilter-not a consistent beat Medications do not really help as well a-thats how strong the power of worry is. The depression is hereditary and my grandma use to say she worries about things which may not happen for 10 years-I laughed at her then. Its not so funny today.
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HBP at 17 is pretty rare. I recently went to the ER for what I thought might be a blood clot in my leg (it was not) but my BP was 215/105 they immediatly gave me a pill to bring it down and hooked me up to an automatic BP cuff-the nurse told me the pill would bring that pressure down in half an hour. The automatic cuff took my pressure every 15 minute and if it is in lethal range an alarm goes off like a dive warning on a submarine in the movies. It went off 15 minutes after the pill-then again 15 minutes later.
They gave me another pill and 15 minutes later alarm goes off. It went off every 15 minutes for 2 hours-and 3 doses of this BP medication.
They put an IV in (in case they needed quick access to revive me) and admitted me. I told the ER doctor I am a worrier and thats what sends up the BP. He would not let me go home-I found out later they were sure I was going to have a Heart attack or stroke that night.
I had tests and they found no real physical reason for BP that high (as they have done in years past) But the irregular beats and the High BP exist?
I just try to avoid things which bring on worry-that was one doctors casual advice once
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That's it in a nutshell I think. Worry and stress are really bad and I hope you find a way to get rid of most of it....I'm one to talk, I may do myself in early for the same reason. As I don't have to take meds for other than allergies and asthma, I won't take anything for nerves as I have a fear of being addicted and I'm probably under the delusion that I'm tough enough to deal with it on my own. My cholesteral is borderline but my BP is within normal range. Smoking is my both my relaxer and my coffin nail....don't know which one will win out.
I have a feeling Elvis was under the same delusion...he felt he could control his addiction but that is never true...it controls you.
God did not plan our destiny, I saw that after spending months in a hospital watching children with cancer die. No God would do that to these innocent babies. But I saw God`s power there everyday in the doctors who worked endlessly to help these children. I saw it in the parents who despite being in an unimaginable situation, were able to cope and find the strength to face each day.
Elvis could not have been saved at the time he died. I don't think it would of mattered who he was with or where he was, he would of died on that August day! Not because his time had simply come but because the years of abuse he had done to himself was too great. His body had taken enough. It is not God that plans our destiny but sadly it is often ourselves !