Being A Good Person is a CHOICE!Now, imagine this situation for a moment:More Like This
You are a good father, a wonderful husband.
You go 'pray' every Sunday, doing a wonderful lip-service.
You've taken your kids to soccer practice
And you are ready to enjoy your Sunday.
Tui bu qi, ni ke yi pang wo ma?
You turn around and see an old Chinese lady.
She can't speak English and needs assistance.
You pretend you cannot hear her and drive away.
Smooth-stuff dad, you should return that #1 mug...
To me however, there would be no question.
I was late to a part-time job, it would actually cost me money;
And did I mention I can't speak Chinese either?
Instead I communicated with gestures and signs.
She wanted to go to the train station, as I later learned.
With your car it would have taken five minutes.
But we walked and that is also okay.
To be honest, you might think you've done more good than evil.
You might think there is a welcoming committee for you at the pearly gates.
I regret to inform you however, that
At The Other End of the BulletThey say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Well, that didn't really happen to me. I remember it hurting; a searing pain in the back of my mind, and then it was all over...More Like This
I found myself floating, drifting high above the battlefield. My feet touched something that felt like an invisible glass floor, and soon I found that I was able to stand on it. It took awhile to get over my fear of heights, but once I did; I opened my eyes and just, watched, as the entire world carried on.
Funnily enough, I didn't feel much of anything at the time. I guess they tend to play it up in the movies. They always show that people remain angry, that people have feelings of wanting to do something or to accomplish something. But once you're gone, you don't actually feel much of that.
Instead, I remember being calm. I was very calm after that final moment. I would poke my head every now and again, thinking that the skin would feel raw, but other than that; I was alright. I
PT5: I SURVIVED.More Like This
Something wasn't right about her.
I narrowed my eyes at the girl at the door. "What's your name?" I pretended to be happy at the prospect of a new neighbor. The girl smiled happily, swinging back and forth. She appeared to be pretty energetic.
"My name is Cassie, nice to meet you." She put her hand out with a smile on her face. I hesitantly reached out, my hand clammy and shaky. No doubt I was in shock right now. My brother was gone and now I was next. Of course I was in shock. After what seemed like minutes, I grabbed her hand and shook it. I took my hand away, my breath was jittery.
"What's wrong?" Cassie asked.
"Nothing. Family issues. Don't worry about it." I said. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Alright! Bye!" Cassie said as I shut the door.
I was numb. I didn't know what to do right now. Who was that girl? Why didn't she feel right when she was around? What was it? Paranoia was taking over my mind. I scratched the back of my head, sighing. I had to calm down. I sat down o