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| Life's Words |
| Every day, someone dies Every day, someone mourns With these thoughts, What are the chances, It will never happen to you? -Faith Andrews |
| The young lady watched me, tears in her eyes, as I walked over. "I am sorry for your loss," I said as politely as I could. She peered into my face. It seemed as if she was gazing at my thoughts. Her facial expression turned cold. "No you're not," she said, her voice filled with hate. "You don't give a damn about my loss. Her remark startled me for a second. Quickly, I recovered and leaned toward her, glaring, my face almost touching hers. Equally as cold and hateful, I said, "You're right. I don't give a damn. If I gave a damn everytime a patient died, I'd be in the mental ward being medicated. As a doctor, everyday patients die in my hands. I can't afford to go to pieces when that happens or else even more people die." She stood there, still glaring, looking into my eyes. I could almost feel her hate. "Also," I continued determinedly. "Because of that fact, you should be amazed that I even bothered trying to be polite. I meet people every day who say the same thing when I come over. Most of the time I just walk away. But I'm sick of it. You should just be glad you're alive. Don't take life for granted. The world won't wait for you while you mourn-get used to it. And, by the way, don't be rude when someone is trying to be polite. You might be the one who pushes them over the edge. Then I have to deal with them at my other job-and I don't want to have to do that. It gets to you after awhile." I turned around and started walking down the hall. "What's your other job?" She said sarcastically. "A shrink?" I turned my head slightly toward her, still walking. "A coroner," was all I said. |
| Ok...This looks really short...In my hand writing it is a page and a half. That is so sad *shakes head* Copyrighted 2003 by Faith Andrews (KS) |
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