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Don't take anything for granted. The air you breathe, Hearing the people that talk to you, Being able to feel when you're touched, The words you speak, every step that you take. Everything you do during every living second of your life. It's all worth more than we'd ever give credit for.
Don't ever over look the lesser known people either. The people you don't know but wave to everyday. Those people who are relitives of somebody you're friends with. The people you work with but don't really like. The boy down the street. The kid that hurt your family and caused you to hate him.
Just when you think you could never look at somebody the same ever again.. They could be in the backseat of a car, that makes the front page or the newspaper. The car that everyone in town is whispering about.
I didn't know Dustin all that well. He's Travis' older brother. I'm personally close to Travis. He's also Letticia's ex-boyfriend. When they broke up, he called her a cunt and like never before, I've held a grudge against him for that ever since. We were getting better though. He'd come into Walmart, and we'd talk. We hugged a few times. He'd always say hi to me when we saw each other around town.
Just when things were getting better, closer to forgiveness, it all blew up in my face. (no, I'm not blaming myself, it's not my fault AT ALL and I know that)
The car was going about 100 or more down curvy Glassgow road. They lost control and started to swurve. They went flying into a ditch, then out of the ditch. They flipped front end over back end a few times.. then they rolled a few time. Somewhere in there, He was thrown out the back window... Landing face first on the pavement.
He was airlifted to Iowa City. He died on the way to the hospital and was brought back to life.. As of now, He's in the ICU unit.. hooked up to all sorts of machines. Draining pressure off his brain, draining fluid from the heart, helping him breathe. He's in a comma. He can't have anything on the walls.. nobody that visits him can enter the room or try to talk to him. No stimulation what so ever. He's just a dead body being barely kept alive by man made machines.
The doctors, the newpapers, everyone who's seen him.. all believe that he probably won't even make it. Travis is falling apart and can't be left alone. Everyone else is falling apart too. I just hope, that somewhere out there, is the faith that this boy needs. I know he wasn't the nicest boy, but by all means, he certainly wasn't the worst and be DEFINITELY didn't deserve all of this. >.<
No matter what you believe, what you take for granted, who you know and who you don't, Just pray that anybody that's struggling with the things WE take for granted.. will be saved. That they will be able to enjoy the small things that we all over look everday. That they will be kept in this world for longer than expected.
I've been told many times throughout my life, "Prayer heals" Now is a perfect time for me to take everyone up on that. Not so much as a test of god. More of a hope, that it is indeed true.
Don't ever over look the lesser known people either. The people you don't know but wave to everyday. Those people who are relitives of somebody you're friends with. The people you work with but don't really like. The boy down the street. The kid that hurt your family and caused you to hate him.
Just when you think you could never look at somebody the same ever again.. They could be in the backseat of a car, that makes the front page or the newspaper. The car that everyone in town is whispering about.
I didn't know Dustin all that well. He's Travis' older brother. I'm personally close to Travis. He's also Letticia's ex-boyfriend. When they broke up, he called her a cunt and like never before, I've held a grudge against him for that ever since. We were getting better though. He'd come into Walmart, and we'd talk. We hugged a few times. He'd always say hi to me when we saw each other around town.
Just when things were getting better, closer to forgiveness, it all blew up in my face. (no, I'm not blaming myself, it's not my fault AT ALL and I know that)
The car was going about 100 or more down curvy Glassgow road. They lost control and started to swurve. They went flying into a ditch, then out of the ditch. They flipped front end over back end a few times.. then they rolled a few time. Somewhere in there, He was thrown out the back window... Landing face first on the pavement.
He was airlifted to Iowa City. He died on the way to the hospital and was brought back to life.. As of now, He's in the ICU unit.. hooked up to all sorts of machines. Draining pressure off his brain, draining fluid from the heart, helping him breathe. He's in a comma. He can't have anything on the walls.. nobody that visits him can enter the room or try to talk to him. No stimulation what so ever. He's just a dead body being barely kept alive by man made machines.
The doctors, the newpapers, everyone who's seen him.. all believe that he probably won't even make it. Travis is falling apart and can't be left alone. Everyone else is falling apart too. I just hope, that somewhere out there, is the faith that this boy needs. I know he wasn't the nicest boy, but by all means, he certainly wasn't the worst and be DEFINITELY didn't deserve all of this. >.<
No matter what you believe, what you take for granted, who you know and who you don't, Just pray that anybody that's struggling with the things WE take for granted.. will be saved. That they will be able to enjoy the small things that we all over look everday. That they will be kept in this world for longer than expected.
I've been told many times throughout my life, "Prayer heals" Now is a perfect time for me to take everyone up on that. Not so much as a test of god. More of a hope, that it is indeed true.