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caithreamDoes anyone ever realise of fecking precious life is?
Or does it hit you during your last seconds of ever breathing, seeing, feeling, being?
Today my dad was working on our porch and he had to run out for supplies. When he came back, he told us that he had just witnessed firsthand, about 100 feet away from him, a truck swerving into opposite traffic and absolutely pummeling into a car. My dad doesn't get phased pretty easily and when he came back he was really shaken up. It happened just right outside our subdivision.
My mom and I took a walk just a bit ago and saw the wreckage. Not to be morbid or anything, but just to see the utter reality of it all. The car was totally smashed up with the roof and driver side door gone. The truck was a bit better off.
It is unreal to me, to just think about that family member, that friend, that lover, who was just driving innocently down the road and within a second is suddenly a statistic, a cause for pity and concern, only made "famous" on the news by his or her death or critical injury.
Yes, I've also heard all that before and it goes in one ear and out the other with no meditation. But it was right there outside my subdivion; neverending sirens and umpteen dozen helicopters right along with.
I am not sentimental. I am fecking human.
And good Lord, sweet mother, Jesus Christ in heaven, I'm glad I have You.
If I could be Ellie Arroway I'd just. love. it. Contact is... gah. It's so breathtaking in that I love astronomy so so much. I couldn't think of anything better.Well... maybe a few things...
Or does it hit you during your last seconds of ever breathing, seeing, feeling, being?
Today my dad was working on our porch and he had to run out for supplies. When he came back, he told us that he had just witnessed firsthand, about 100 feet away from him, a truck swerving into opposite traffic and absolutely pummeling into a car. My dad doesn't get phased pretty easily and when he came back he was really shaken up. It happened just right outside our subdivision.
My mom and I took a walk just a bit ago and saw the wreckage. Not to be morbid or anything, but just to see the utter reality of it all. The car was totally smashed up with the roof and driver side door gone. The truck was a bit better off.
It is unreal to me, to just think about that family member, that friend, that lover, who was just driving innocently down the road and within a second is suddenly a statistic, a cause for pity and concern, only made "famous" on the news by his or her death or critical injury.
Yes, I've also heard all that before and it goes in one ear and out the other with no meditation. But it was right there outside my subdivion; neverending sirens and umpteen dozen helicopters right along with.
I am not sentimental. I am fecking human.
And good Lord, sweet mother, Jesus Christ in heaven, I'm glad I have You.
If I could be Ellie Arroway I'd just. love. it. Contact is... gah. It's so breathtaking in that I love astronomy so so much. I couldn't think of anything better.
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Date: 2003-10-05 07:33 pm (UTC)<3