Death at Your DoorSo. Today I saw a man shot to death a mere 50' in front of me. It was so quick. Two bullets and a man is dead.
He died within a couple of minutes of being shot in the back. I heard his last scream of life leave his body. It was loud, gurgly and plaintive. There was no trip to the emergency room. As soon as the paramedics came, he was clear there was no use. His lifeless legs capped with his pristine white sneakers splayed when the medics attempted to roll him onto the gurney.
I'm still a bit numb from seeing all of this. The worst part was when the police called in the fire truck to pull up as close as they could to the scene to dump their on-board water reserves onto the pool of blood to wash it away. It was so inhuman. I completely understand why this must be homicide protocol, but it was the eeriest part of the entire afternoon. So it goes.
As witnessing these types of traumatic events often do, it makes one think of their loved ones. I love you. I'm glad I'm alive and I'm glad you're alive.
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