The events that are about to play out, are of me on what has been my worst day in years, and how I dealt with it. I find it relevant, being tonight is the longest night of the year. It has been often attributed to the dark night of the soul... [/color]
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Eye of the Storm
Dec 8th, 2016
[color=darkblue ]I awoke with a knock at the door today...
Its a neighbor down the street, one I rarely if hear from. He asks me if I'm still breathing, and informs me of someone getting plowed over by a truck this morning on the little concrete bridge right down the road, not even a minutes drive. The driver just kept driving, and they naturally thought it was me hit as often as I walk to town and back.
They wouldn't be the last carload to stop...
Car after car, hour upon hour, the same people who have passed me by, time and time again without saying so much as two words or even a wave, came to stop and "check in" as they so put it. They weren't concerned for my well being, have I heard from them since, no. By the fourth car, I wanted to explode lol. Every instinct within me wanted to scream and slam the door in their face. But something deep down reminds me,
And I resist...
The identity of the poor soul was at this time, unknown. I kept myself busy preparing last nights commission for mailing. When finished, I walked to town to the post office. On the way there, ...i pass the bridge. The blood wasn't washed completely away, and the chalk they drew told a horrible tale. They didnt just hit her, they went clear over the curb and kept going. Had she been on either side of that bridge, she easily could have jumped the guardrail and survived. Had the guardrail not been there, the truck would have easily have went clear over into the creek.
30 seconds, that's about how long it takes to walk across that bridge.....
Another car stops me by the church on the otherside of the bridge. Another "overly concerned" couple, It's in their best interest that I not turn around and entertain them, so I keep walking. I walk past the bank and two men are chatting it up. One laughs and makes a racist remark about the Soux currently camped at Standing Rock.
My blood boils, I turn and, almost walk smack Into a truck driving by. The driver rolls down his window yelling expletives. I .....wanted to yell back. To the man cussing me in his truck, to the racist old man on the corner, to the ONE who mowed her over and didnt stop.... I bite my lip.
Everything.... senses including, screams at me to let loose, to lash out and give in..... but something deep down again reminds me,
and I walk away...
The Mail lady was cheerful, wished me good morning and then proceeded to blurt out the name of the person hit on the bridge. Donna Frazier, a girl i'd hung out with before. The last time id seen her i had a vehicle and gave her a ride to a friends house. It was on that same road, with that same basket of belongings....
The package gets sent out, and I walk home. Going across the second time, was rough, I knew who it was.... Minutes later I walk past my neighbors house and his entire family is down. His dad is still in the hospital. His brother shouts at me as I walk up my porch.
"Thought that was you this morning on the bridge buddy. Was sure they finally hit you and kept on going" and chucked as I shut the door while asking me if im "alright"....
I turn on the news, and it's nothing I havn't heard before. Trumps latest picks for the white house, it mingles with the rest of my thoughts...
how the Soux are still freezing while fighting for something so simple as clean water...
and the news spinning another mental case using a vehicle as a weapon of "terrorism..."
my neighbors leaving their dogs out in below freezing temperatures overnight, my calling the cops as a result and their continued unwillingness to lock the owners up or force them to bring their pets inside...
Everyone who's died in the last thirteen months...
Her walking that 30 seconds with basket in hand, and how close it could have been me hit on that bridge instead of her....
When everything around me howls "surrender,"
The tears remind me of that something deep, deep down within.
I let go,
And believe...
Peace exists, because I acknowledge it,
Serinity exists, because I cultivate it,
Harmony exists, because I nurture it,
I am one with The Force, The Force is with me...
I am one with The Force, The Force is with me...
I am one with The Force, The Force is with me...
"I have heard it said that winter, too, will pass, that spring is a sign that summer is due at last. See, all we have to do is hang on." - Maya Angelou
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R.I.P Donna Frazier 1988-2016[
