I was taking the bus to my parents last night. At the terminal we were told that there was going to be a 2 hour delay because of an accident on the highway. No big deal. It's two hours. I've sh*t longer.
Finally we get on the bus and are stopped 500 feet behind the accident and told that we have to wait about twenty minutes or turn around. Everybody on the bus started to complain and whine about the wait. I recall comments like "Oh man.I am so fing tired of this sh*t..I just want to go to sleep..I got so high last night" or "well this is just great, I guess my husband is going to have to drive to pick me up twice tonight".
I can understand their impatience. Oh did I mention that one women (after only waiting about 10 minutes) started complaining alerting us to the fact that hers was wearing thin?
I didn't mention either that before coming to a stop, everybody knew that in the accident, there was a car underneath a transport in the ditch where it took police, firefighters and ambulance workers 9 hours to try and save the one person who still was alive. Nine hours. can you imagine what goes though a persons mind. The mind in the car. The minds outside trying desperatly to save a life. The other two passengers were spread out down the highway and ditch. When I say that, I'm not exageratting. The person who was saved wasflown to Toronto and put in critical condition. Those people don't have the luxury of getting somebody to drive them home tonight.
Does anybody ever feel like nobody gives a sh*t about anything other than what is going on in their small little lives? Not once did they think or mention or wonder if it was somebody they knew. It turns out that it was somebody that was a nurse and looked after my nephew when he was sick. You never know.
I felt alone on that bus last night. What do you guys think? Are we not caring anymore? I feel so fortunate to have a gift where it is all about capturing emotions. You guys must feel the same I'm sure. Thanks for taking your time to read my ramblings.
Finally we get on the bus and are stopped 500 feet behind the accident and told that we have to wait about twenty minutes or turn around. Everybody on the bus started to complain and whine about the wait. I recall comments like "Oh man.I am so fing tired of this sh*t..I just want to go to sleep..I got so high last night" or "well this is just great, I guess my husband is going to have to drive to pick me up twice tonight".
I can understand their impatience. Oh did I mention that one women (after only waiting about 10 minutes) started complaining alerting us to the fact that hers was wearing thin?
I didn't mention either that before coming to a stop, everybody knew that in the accident, there was a car underneath a transport in the ditch where it took police, firefighters and ambulance workers 9 hours to try and save the one person who still was alive. Nine hours. can you imagine what goes though a persons mind. The mind in the car. The minds outside trying desperatly to save a life. The other two passengers were spread out down the highway and ditch. When I say that, I'm not exageratting. The person who was saved wasflown to Toronto and put in critical condition. Those people don't have the luxury of getting somebody to drive them home tonight.
Does anybody ever feel like nobody gives a sh*t about anything other than what is going on in their small little lives? Not once did they think or mention or wonder if it was somebody they knew. It turns out that it was somebody that was a nurse and looked after my nephew when he was sick. You never know.
I felt alone on that bus last night. What do you guys think? Are we not caring anymore? I feel so fortunate to have a gift where it is all about capturing emotions. You guys must feel the same I'm sure. Thanks for taking your time to read my ramblings.
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