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Something i saw on a friend's LJ.
Tell me your name and I may forget. Tell a good story, I'll remember your face with it. Live a great story with me & I'll never forget you.
Here's mine.
One night about five years ago i was driving back from my mama's house in west GA to my home in NW Atlanta -- about an hour's drive. Along the way, i was waxing philosophical in my head, thinking about a recently deceased (best) friend, visiting dour, gloomy fantasies about the fragility of life, musing about fact that i could just jerk the wheel once and hit the roadside grove of pine trees at 65 mph, ending it all, questioning why i didn't just do it. I got home and my wife informed me that a bird had flown down the chimney and was now trapped, flapping, behind the chimney screen. She left with her sister to go shopping. I slid a bed sheet behind the screen, enclosing the bird in a sort of cage. I transported the "cage" to the backyard where, in the glow of the flood light, i carefully unwrapped the sheet to release the bird. But the bird did not move. I poked it. Nothing. I poked it again. It rolled over on its back. My thoughts went back to the topic of life and death, and how i couldn't keep my best friend from death, and how now i couldn't even keep a stupid bird from death despite my best efforts. I picked up the bird and cradled it in my hands, then began to rub it with my finger from head to tail, tears gathering and pouring over as it became apparent that this bird was no more, deceased, stiff, bereft of maker, kicked the bucket, its metabolic processes now history. I closed my eyes and prayed a prayer to give this bird its life back. Looking back, it's silly, but at the time i was at perhaps my most sincere moment. Suddenly, a noise. Wings flapping. I looked up and the bird fluttered into a dark patch of bamboo.
True story.
And here's mine.
What's your story? Make it awesome.
Tell me your name and I may forget. Tell a good story, I'll remember your face with it. Live a great story with me & I'll never forget you.
Here's mine.
One night about five years ago i was driving back from my mama's house in west GA to my home in NW Atlanta -- about an hour's drive. Along the way, i was waxing philosophical in my head, thinking about a recently deceased (best) friend, visiting dour, gloomy fantasies about the fragility of life, musing about fact that i could just jerk the wheel once and hit the roadside grove of pine trees at 65 mph, ending it all, questioning why i didn't just do it. I got home and my wife informed me that a bird had flown down the chimney and was now trapped, flapping, behind the chimney screen. She left with her sister to go shopping. I slid a bed sheet behind the screen, enclosing the bird in a sort of cage. I transported the "cage" to the backyard where, in the glow of the flood light, i carefully unwrapped the sheet to release the bird. But the bird did not move. I poked it. Nothing. I poked it again. It rolled over on its back. My thoughts went back to the topic of life and death, and how i couldn't keep my best friend from death, and how now i couldn't even keep a stupid bird from death despite my best efforts. I picked up the bird and cradled it in my hands, then began to rub it with my finger from head to tail, tears gathering and pouring over as it became apparent that this bird was no more, deceased, stiff, bereft of maker, kicked the bucket, its metabolic processes now history. I closed my eyes and prayed a prayer to give this bird its life back. Looking back, it's silly, but at the time i was at perhaps my most sincere moment. Suddenly, a noise. Wings flapping. I looked up and the bird fluttered into a dark patch of bamboo.
True story.
And here's mine.
What's your story? Make it awesome.