Monday, July 3, 2017

Initiative

      Normally, when loved ones go down I am such a coward. I basically hide and wait for it to be over. Not because I don't care, but because I have no damn idea what to do. I totally panic. Today my mom and I were out for a walk, and her legs kind of just melted away. I started to panic, and then I just did what I had to do. I told her I was calling 911, and then I did. I went with her to the hospital, called for help when her IV exploded, I even wandered around while she rested.
      But I still couldn't look at her bruised arms. It's so colorful; I've literally seen those shades in a painting. I spoke to the paramedics, nurses and other patients. Three elderly men were so nice and helpful. They reminded me of the elderly man who asked to help me to the car when I broke my toe. He could barely walk himself, and he wanted to help a stranger. I'll never forget him. His name was Grant.
      It's the good deeds, the little ones, that can make you forget how cruel this world can be. And some people are so good, they shouldn't even be here.

      Quick edit; during my walk around the hospital I found my way from one entrance to the other, where I saw the gift shop. It was closed, but I saw these signs in the window and they made me laugh:
1.) Life is no damn fairy tale...If you lose your shoe at midnight, you're probably drunk.
2.) I haven't spoken to my wife in 6 months...I don't want to interrupt her.
3.) If a man is alone in the forest, and no woman is around to hear him speak, is he still wrong?

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