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*Waiting for the bus*
24.01.2011 um 21:47Waiting for the Bus
A friend recently told me that any of us could easily step off a curb and be hit by a bus, meaning that any of us can die at any time. This is true; I have heard many variations of that statement, but I would like to explain something as I did to my friend.
Yes, you may accidentally step in front of a bus and be killed. I sincerely hope you do not, but for us it is different: we are dragged from “the curb” and strapped down in the street so that we can see the bus coming. While the bus would take your life quickly; we watch this but not for split seconds, but for years and some of us, for decades.
On the right side of the street are our family, friends and loved ones. All of them begging for someone to help stop the bus, or free us from our bonds. For years we watch as they beg and plead for our lives, as we too seek our freedom.
On the left side of the street are the strangers, people we don’t even know, cheering for our death as they would for their favorite football team.
Next to us we see friends who have become brothers to us die, killed by other buses. One by one they are hauled bodily from the curb and strapped to their deathbed. For years we look upon the misery of our brothers and sisters dying in the street, we look and see the cheering crowd grow bigger and bigger. We then look to our loved ones, aged by pain and heartache.
Another day passes and another person dies, another year passes and more than thirty people die, another decade passes and hundreds of friends die. Until we finally look up and begin to hope that the bus will speed up. Not to end our misery, but to end the misery of our loved ones, to shut out the cheers of the strangers.
Yes, we may all die tomorrow, but how long do some of us have to wait, even when we don’t die, to stop the pain?
Author Unknown.
A friend recently told me that any of us could easily step off a curb and be hit by a bus, meaning that any of us can die at any time. This is true; I have heard many variations of that statement, but I would like to explain something as I did to my friend.
Yes, you may accidentally step in front of a bus and be killed. I sincerely hope you do not, but for us it is different: we are dragged from “the curb” and strapped down in the street so that we can see the bus coming. While the bus would take your life quickly; we watch this but not for split seconds, but for years and some of us, for decades.
On the right side of the street are our family, friends and loved ones. All of them begging for someone to help stop the bus, or free us from our bonds. For years we watch as they beg and plead for our lives, as we too seek our freedom.
On the left side of the street are the strangers, people we don’t even know, cheering for our death as they would for their favorite football team.
Next to us we see friends who have become brothers to us die, killed by other buses. One by one they are hauled bodily from the curb and strapped to their deathbed. For years we look upon the misery of our brothers and sisters dying in the street, we look and see the cheering crowd grow bigger and bigger. We then look to our loved ones, aged by pain and heartache.
Another day passes and another person dies, another year passes and more than thirty people die, another decade passes and hundreds of friends die. Until we finally look up and begin to hope that the bus will speed up. Not to end our misery, but to end the misery of our loved ones, to shut out the cheers of the strangers.
Yes, we may all die tomorrow, but how long do some of us have to wait, even when we don’t die, to stop the pain?
Author Unknown.
