Aramike
11-28-09, 02:40 AM
Perhaps this is a downer, but I feel compelled to share this story. It has literally been eating at me for most of this week. I don't expect a lot of responses to this, but I hope it makes someone stop and thing about how precious life really is.
After Thanksgiving dinner, a close and dear lifelong friend told me a very chilling story during a conversation about giving thanks. In fact, I loosely recalled hearing this same story years ago - perhaps immediately after it happened - but it did not have the same effect. Maybe the details were more illustrated this time around, or perhaps it just didn't hit me.
In any case, a few years ago my friend was on the bad side of town (Milwaukee) late one night for business, and on his way home, decided to stop at the drive thru of a fast food joint that was supposed to be open, as evidenced by advertising and signs on the establishment's building. He waited and waited for someone to respond to the speaker, but no one did.
He drove off.
The next day, he was contacted by the police as a result of video from the restaurant's drive-thru cameras. Apparently, the reason no one responded to him the previous night was that there was an armed robbery in progress.
So ends the details of the story I remember from years ago, and so begins the details that have absolutely haunted me since learning them on Thanksgiving.
Evidently, at the time he was sitting in the drive thru waiting for someone to take his order, the robbers had the joint's staff in the back, and were in the process of murdering them, one by one. Strangers, to be sure, but not all that different from anyone else.
And that just hit me. I can't explain why, but the simple thought of that struck me right in the gut, Murder is not a terribly uncommon crime in any large city. But really, I can't help but think of a group of people going to work, merely to make a living, and just resting on their knees waiting to die at the hands of someone who decided to kill them, just because.
It really gave me pause and perspective - life is precious, and it can end merely on almost ANYONE'S whim, for any reason, for no reason, and there's not a damned thing you can do about it. Surely those victims didn't go to work that day anticipating that it would be their last day on Earth. But it was.
So that really hit me ... hard. I can't help but think that, one day perhaps, it will be me, or someone I love, will be in a position where we are faced with the knowledge that we are about to unexpectedly lose our lives. It literally sickens me to think of the moment in which I'm about to depart my family, and we will never be able to see each other again, and won't even have the priviledge of saying goodbye - and for no reason other than "just because".
And, to be honest, despite that sick feeling, I had to give thanks. Everyday that myself or one of my loved ones are not a victim of such senselessness, is a day worth being thankful for.
That is what my Thanksgiving meant to me. Each day is another precious chance to be taken, and while I always intellectually knew that, it only really emotionally hit me now.
Sorry for the long story, but that's the sum of my Thanksgiving. It really hit me at home, and I only wish to giving someone else something to think about and be thankful for.
After Thanksgiving dinner, a close and dear lifelong friend told me a very chilling story during a conversation about giving thanks. In fact, I loosely recalled hearing this same story years ago - perhaps immediately after it happened - but it did not have the same effect. Maybe the details were more illustrated this time around, or perhaps it just didn't hit me.
In any case, a few years ago my friend was on the bad side of town (Milwaukee) late one night for business, and on his way home, decided to stop at the drive thru of a fast food joint that was supposed to be open, as evidenced by advertising and signs on the establishment's building. He waited and waited for someone to respond to the speaker, but no one did.
He drove off.
The next day, he was contacted by the police as a result of video from the restaurant's drive-thru cameras. Apparently, the reason no one responded to him the previous night was that there was an armed robbery in progress.
So ends the details of the story I remember from years ago, and so begins the details that have absolutely haunted me since learning them on Thanksgiving.
Evidently, at the time he was sitting in the drive thru waiting for someone to take his order, the robbers had the joint's staff in the back, and were in the process of murdering them, one by one. Strangers, to be sure, but not all that different from anyone else.
And that just hit me. I can't explain why, but the simple thought of that struck me right in the gut, Murder is not a terribly uncommon crime in any large city. But really, I can't help but think of a group of people going to work, merely to make a living, and just resting on their knees waiting to die at the hands of someone who decided to kill them, just because.
It really gave me pause and perspective - life is precious, and it can end merely on almost ANYONE'S whim, for any reason, for no reason, and there's not a damned thing you can do about it. Surely those victims didn't go to work that day anticipating that it would be their last day on Earth. But it was.
So that really hit me ... hard. I can't help but think that, one day perhaps, it will be me, or someone I love, will be in a position where we are faced with the knowledge that we are about to unexpectedly lose our lives. It literally sickens me to think of the moment in which I'm about to depart my family, and we will never be able to see each other again, and won't even have the priviledge of saying goodbye - and for no reason other than "just because".
And, to be honest, despite that sick feeling, I had to give thanks. Everyday that myself or one of my loved ones are not a victim of such senselessness, is a day worth being thankful for.
That is what my Thanksgiving meant to me. Each day is another precious chance to be taken, and while I always intellectually knew that, it only really emotionally hit me now.
Sorry for the long story, but that's the sum of my Thanksgiving. It really hit me at home, and I only wish to giving someone else something to think about and be thankful for.