…..though he was eulogized and lionized as a hero following his untimely death, George would have scoffed at that praise had he still been alive. He didn’t think giving his own life in order to save another’s–even that of a perfect stranger–was unusual or heroic in any way. The fact he was infatuated with living and in love with mortality notwithstanding, George didn’t value his life any more than those of others; in his mind they were all equal, and thus equally deserving of extension. Such being the case, taking a bullet to the heart so that someone else might live longer just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Just the right and ethical thing to do, ya know what I mean? All lives are intrinsically created equal, and in a perfect world no one individual’s right to live should supercede any other’s. It perplexed him to no end that not everyone felt the same way…..
