On the Sidewalk
Sad story...
A while back I stopped into a coffee shop. When I stepped out there was a strange silence in the air at Yonge & St. Clair. I glanced across the street and quickly noticed a crowd had gathered then pressed on. And then I stopped. I looked.
A mini van had jumped the curb and into the noontime sidewalk crowd. A young woman hugged someone, crying uncontrollably. Then I saw an older woman - her mother. The woman lay face-up on the sidewalk with her mouth open. She was dead. Fire sirens wailed in the distance.
I'm sure the mother felt no pain. The same thing happened to me but on a motorcycle. When I came back to life there was no pain for hours.
Life is precious and easily lost.
A while back I stopped into a coffee shop. When I stepped out there was a strange silence in the air at Yonge & St. Clair. I glanced across the street and quickly noticed a crowd had gathered then pressed on. And then I stopped. I looked.
A mini van had jumped the curb and into the noontime sidewalk crowd. A young woman hugged someone, crying uncontrollably. Then I saw an older woman - her mother. The woman lay face-up on the sidewalk with her mouth open. She was dead. Fire sirens wailed in the distance.
I'm sure the mother felt no pain. The same thing happened to me but on a motorcycle. When I came back to life there was no pain for hours.
Life is precious and easily lost.
posted by Bill Pocock at 3:54:00 p.m.
2 Comments:
Intense. Every time I see some jackass run a red in Vancouver (and believe me, it's often) it pops into my head you getting run over by that van.
Sorry about the whole "clusterfuck" thing. I still like the idea of a community blog, but maybe I need to rethink the method...and that was only after two glasses of wine, so don't feel too bad about drinking and blogging.
So is friendship
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