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Monologue Mania Day # 1399 Reflections by Janet S. Tiger (c) Dec. 13, 2017
As the year draws to a close, the days are shorter, and there is time to consider the passing of all the years. And with the news of fires and floods and events that try our souls, there is also time for.....
Reflections
As the year draws to a close, the days are shorter, and there is time to consider the passing of all the years. And with the news of fires and floods and events that try our souls, there is also time for.....
Reflections
a monologue by Janet S. Tiger (c) all rights reserved 2017
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Why this? Why now?
What are the paths of our lives? How does one piece of stone in the road gets avoided for every day, until the day it is stepped on....To change my life in a moment, a few moments. a twisted ankle, a fall, do I fall into the path of the car driving too fast? Or do I fall away, put some ice on the twist and in a day, forget about it all?
The ember blows in the wind and lands on one roof. Why that roof and not on the wet piece of sidewalk? Why that roof and not the neighbor's? Why does the plane crash into the house where the wife and baby are away on a trip and the husband just left five minutes before? Why not the house next door with five people in it?
Why did she miss the boat by two minutes, a minute? To meet a stranger who turns out to be a relative, thought killed in the war? Two minutes. A second, a flash of a gun, the blink of an eye when the plaque becomes a clot causing a heart attack, a stroke, the change of a life. The flush of blood that washes away the clot never to be found, the pause in the heartbeat, the not knowing what happened, what was so close. The questions never known.
Why? Why not?
The questions perplex me just as they have for thousands of years....forever.
Why this? Why now?
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