Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Sadness

One of the neighbours was shot dead last night. I heard it from my bedroom. A large bang followed by a woman's shriek. A daughter witnessing her father's murder.

Turns out that it wasn't some drug deal gone wrong, nor some gangland shooting. Just a father and daughter parking their old car in the garage when an opportunist saw his chance.

I went outside and watched concerned neighbours gather while others stopped to rubberneck. From where I stood I could see the man's lifeless feet sticking out of the driveway, while fruitless attempts were made to resuscitate him.

One moment that man is driving his car, with his daughter by his side. The next moment he's dead, with no more life to live.

Do any of us know how long we have?
Can any of us know with certainty what kind of life we will lead?

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