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And the beat goes on... somehow

I've been out of the blogosphere for a few days. Seems there are times when I can't focus my mind on the task at hand, as it were.

Or, like now, something happens that gives me pause--- a pause that often interferes with my mental day-to-day workings.

About 5 days ago, riding home with my husband and father, we happened upon a traffic back-up. For the fifteen minutes or so that we crawled along the highway, we speculated about what had caused it. Minutes later, we were deafened by the sound of sirens flying past us--- and we knew it was a wreck.

We pass them pulled over on the side of the road, fenders dented, doors crushed... rubber-necking passers causing more of a hold up than the wreck itself.

The wreck that day was different.

As we finally came upon the scene, my stomach sank. It wasn't a "car" wreck. Sprawled across the two-lane highway--- a motorcyclist lay--- his twisted bike in one lane, his twisted body in the other lane. And as I live in an unfortunate state where there is no law requiring motorcyclists to wear helmets, his body laying without a helmet.

It's easy to shrug death off when we read the papers or hear the news clips. It's easy to become desensitized to tragedies when they happen a million miles away to people you'll never know in towns/countries you'll never visit. When you hear about death after death... day after day... it's easy to shut your mind off or close your ears.

But, when you're close enough to stare death in the face.... when you're close enough to see the last expression a person will ever make.... and when that expression is seared into your mind, how can you ever hope to shut your mind off.

There was a reason I didn't follow the line of my family into the medical field......


  1. A sobering and thought-provoking piece .
    The topic of death always leads me to ponder on Donne's classic poem : Death Be Not Proud . I suppose it's like a sort of life-line when thinking about the pain/despair associated with death ...

  2. "sobering" is exactly the word for it.... Death is one of those subjects that can potentially drown a person--- can't bear it, can't avoid it, fascinated by it, petrified of it.... *sigh*


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