Sunday, April 8, 2018

A SYNOPSIS OF A STORY CONCERNING A HEAD ON COLLISION

Many years ago, on a rainy Saturday night
Will and I were in the back seat of
A friend's car on our way home from dinner with
Another couple, a man and his wife, who
Were neighbors, and believe it or not
We four were discussing differing beliefs about
God when out of the blue, a drunk driver, who’d
Passed out at the wheel of a truck, skidded
On the slippery pavement across
The double yellow line into our lane, and
Though our friend instinctively swerved
His steering wheel while slamming on the brakes
That truck, going 40 mph, crashed into us, head on, and
Though there's a story to be told concerning
The terrifying hours that passed between the moment of impact
And my awakening the next day, drugged to the max in
The intensive care unit of Will's primary hospital
That true tale will be fleshed out on another day for
This reason:  I’m aiming to spotlight a specific point, today, and
Here it is:  Several days after under-going life-saving surgery
My condition stabilized so as to see me transfered
Out of intensive care into a private room where
Shortly thereafter, a nurse wheeled Will from his room
Into mine, and while we were thanking our lucky stars to
Be alive guess who limped in, supported by a cane?
Our friend, who'd been driving the tank-like Cadillac, which
Had been totaled on that stormy night, accompanied by
His wife, whose lovely face, having hit the windshield
(No air bags back then), appeared pretty banged up and
Swollen, so black and blue was she, and as Susie, who’d been
Knocked unconscious, awakened in the ER, seeing
Double, she, too, had been hospitalized until that very day when
We shared grateful hugs and smiles, all around, followed by
Our friend resuming the philisophical conversation concerning
God in which we four had been engaged (right before the
Drunk driver had lost control over his truck) by saying:
See, I told you God takes good care of good people—we're all alive!
Having listened to his take, I countered with:
Jim—if God takes good care of good people then
Why would He/She allow a good person like me to
Be severely injured by a drunken guy, driving a borrowed truck, who’d
Somehow disappeared from the ER before slipping into oblivion?

The moral of this true story is this—
From time immemorial, the world over—
People believe whatever each of us had been raised to believe or
People believe whatever each of us needs to believe to feel safe or
People believe whatever each of us wants to believe to feel good about
Ourselves, and though it is not necessary for all of us to absorb
The same belief system in order to live peaceably, there is
One exception to that rule if we are ever to achieve
The long range goal of world peace, and here it is:
If we are ever to achieve the far-sighted goal of lasting world peace
(Or peaceful co-existence within a family) then it is necessary to absorb
The belief that suggests it’s best to respectfully agree to disagree—which
Implies consciously placing our power-struggling egos aside during
Moments of conversational conflict so that
Both sides remember to embrace a heartfelt attitude of
Brotherhood, which, being based in the premise of bettering
Both lives, sees two people taking turns listening to
Each other’s belief systems so as to flavor their debate with
The grace of each one’s good-natured traits, thus
Holding high the standard of:  Make love not war!

As to fleshing out the detailed version of today’s synopsis of
A true story (penned and saved to drafts, years ago), I have
No doubt that at some point in the future my intuitive powers will
Offer the decision-maker inside my head a thumbs up, suggesting that
Time to post that story as a whole is ripe—as for now
I'm hoping that my power of intuition will offer me
A thumbs up concerning posting the detailed version of
The story of my brief hospitalization, which
Took place within the past couple of weeks, and as that
True tale, which spotlights the bullying nature of Big Business
Has yet to be penned ... I’m on it

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