Since I have awareness, I've wondered what goes through the mind of a person just at the moment he knows he will die. I do not mean the person who has been ill and knows that at any time your body will succumb to the ravages of the body, nor the person sentenced to death from his prison who has weighed and weighed their past and present and has taken all steps to apologize and to curse. I mean people who are in a car or a moped, or a plane or a boat, or walking down the street or even mounted on a horse. Because of a mechanical error, negligence or that of another person, or because of an accident few seconds when they discover that goes into an event not to be changed.
I think the 8 teens killed Haras National miserably when returning from a Sunday drive drunk driver lost control of the vehicle and in seconds the 15 who were in the van knew they could die, killing some of them. I think of all the families of Santiago who traveled to attend the last novena for a relative in San Juan and were killed near Azua, hit by a Patan. 4-gringo I saw a few years ago behind a truck, being taken to the Social Security Hospital in La Romana, an accident after crossing the dam, their bodies twisted in gestures and forms grotestas and impossible.
One night, out of Juan Dolio, we quickly became a cart with four passengers, just as had been completely dark. Later only saw the flashes, crashed against a Patana crossed the road and either could not see or speed did not allow them to stop in time. We were the first on the scene, a woman in the seat right up front seemed to say something through their eyes wide open, the driver was stuck at the helm, without moving, not moving back. It looked like something out of film.
Just before seeing this Patana, before presenting the lamppost to be going to crash, before the dash on the ground plane, what are you going to die? No time to say words, to write messages to leave a goodbye, you may only think of "going to die," but maybe you think of someone, a loved one, children, wife, mother . I have a friend who with his family was in Sri Lanka's southern coast when the terrible tsunami of 2004 hit from Thailand to other countries around the Ocean Indian. She, her husband and three children were at the beach when the tsunami came and swept them all away. Miraculously all survived, reappearing on the coast from time to time, they were all good swimmers and managed to get to safety. Others were not so fortunate. I guess they thought they looked a lot when separated from each other, with no way back or control the strong currents carried them out to sea.
must live with the memories, others with the remnants the body that might be useful. few are pursued by a tremendous sense of guilt, thinking that they too had to die, not only the tens, or hundreds, or thousands of people around them that killed themselves. The tsunami, caused by the earthquake known as the Sumatra-Andaman, killed some 250,000 people. that day around the world should have cried so many lives lost in a matter of hours. There are still 50,000 people missing. And just before each die or disappear, swallowed by the water thought of something. millennium was the same thought repeated in millions and millions of people died in tragic circumstances, such as a chimney smoke that escapes into a secret place in outer space where you keep such thoughts to the end of eternity.
In 1973 my friend Wayne and I celebrated our graduation from high school taking a trip around the country in a newly reconstructed Volskswagen brush. On the way from Hato Mayor and Sabana de la Mar we fell asleep and we are both right in a curve and went down, still sleeping, by a huge ditch. We stopped a royal palm, medium to medium. survived but that could have been my last time, especially when I realized that after a tremendous awakening truck loaded with about 30 people was the one who stopped to help us out of the ditch. They took up the brush and by hand, placing it on the road, the damn car was still running. But if we had crashed into another truck would have been history.
I do not remember thinking anything, I was asleep. But I think from that day until today I have great respect for life. And death.
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