...and we will be united as one, technically and officially.
Yesterday, I had a very frightening experience. I was standing less than 100metres away, separately by a medium size dried up drain watching helplessly while my heart pounds away and prayed anxiously for Him to intervene. He did. The aboriginal walked way, and him unharmed. Shocked and alarmed I frantically tried to locate my cell phone in my handbag. Darn the messy handbag filled up with junks as usual, I could not feel the cold thin metal I was looking for. Honestly, I would not know what to do or who to call that would stop the horrible image that could possibly happened. Nothing will be in time, to prevent him harm. I hated that feeling. With my guts and all my strength. The feeling that I was so small, fragile, and unable.
Later that night while driving home alone, still shakened by what I saw I rehearsed the many ways of telling him to get wise next time. I cried out, and yet without a noise made while I drove home. Tears forming right now while I type this, still angry that it could happened that way. Thank God it didn't. But how many times would we as human need to be wise about our future actions. We proud human thinking we are so powerful and able. Yet when face with another that will not reason nor care, we could only pray the only prayer and wait for the divine intervention. Sometimes that will not happened for a reason. Intervene or not, there are still the consequences to bear and live with for the rest of our lives. Oh how I struggle to keep my emotions everytime I think of it. The same panicky feelings I had, when I stood there so close to him and yet felt so faraway from able to help him if anything did happened. Allow me to say, how I hate this feeling.
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