| Comment | In the last few years I made a pal when we walk the dog to the local park. The lady is a bit older and has a rescue.
Our baby hurt her finger the other day in front of us, and we had to take her to minor injuries. All fine, but it was amazing how it goes from nought to 'fuck we're going to hospital' in 5 minutes flat. I was saying this to her and she revealed that one of her sons murdered the other. Burned the house down.
She was saying it's incredible that we all go through life just sort of floating above it all millimetres from total collapse. She remembers mulling 'is there any steak pie left? Maybe I can get away with not making a new dinner tonight' and all of a sudden in one moment: no grandkids, no weddings, no nothing. Blink of an eye.
Was saying, her first thought of the 6 folk killed at the weekend in the water, was of a mum getting that phone call from absolutely nowhere and their life's done a 180.
I dunno, just food for thought, innit. |
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