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Bilden är från mangan "Say I Love You", så jävla vackert.
Kopierar in en grej jag precis skrev på tumblr, ursäkta engelskan! >o<
Let me tell you about my day.
I woke up a bit late, but decided that I'd look pretty, my hair being newly bleached and all. I decided, "Hey, since it has been spring-weather for at least a week, I should wear my new high heels!". However, me being slow as always, I missed the first bus. The next wouldn't come until half an hour later, it was cold, and snow had started to fall, so I decided to go inside and change to more comfy/warm shoes.
You see, if I miss the bus, I will have to run about 1,24 miles (2 km) in 12 minutes, sometimes less, and that's a no-can-do in heels for me, who hasn't really worn heels up until last year or so.
I had school, and afterwards ate lunch/dinner at McDonald's with my fiance. I was going to a meeting and he had to catch the bus home, so we didn't have time to buy icecream (my fiance loves the McFlurry, and always buys it regardless of the weather, haha!) I told him that it was all right, and that I'd bring some home after the meeting.
When the meeting was over, I wanted to keep my promise to buy him McFlurry - missing my bus home. It was 8PM and after 6 the bus only leaves once every hour. I walked towards the bus stop at 8:40 and the bus leaves 8:50, but on the way I saw a man in a wheelchair calling out for a man on the other side of the street. Through my headphones, I heard him calling "Excuse me, mister, could you please help? Excuse me, please!" but the man didn't stop.
I, however, did.
"Is there anything I can do to help you with?", I asked. He explained that he hadn't expected the sudden cold weather, and his fingers were too stiff for him to get home easily. He asked if I could push him home, "only 50-100 meters!" (~110 yards)
While I pushed him, he told me he'd been homeless for 9 years, and just recently found a home/institute. Reason he was in a wheelchair? He'd been beated down long ago and suffered a severe head-trauma. The problem was that it was more like 440 yards, and when we arrived, the clock was 8:48. He, Kenneth, kissed me on the hand as a thanks, as I politely told him that I had to run, waving my bag with icecream, "because my fiance is waiting for me back home".
I ran back, and by no means my condition is good. About 110 yards away from the one bus home, I see it blinking out, ready to leave.
I don't know how loud, but I actually shouted to the air "No, no please no!"
I didn't want to wait for another hour, leaving my fiance waiting. I didn't want to miss a bus because I'd helped a man in a wheelchair home, it just didn't seem... right. Perhaps that thought was selfish, but the bus stopped blinking out. Apparently, a woman with a pram was waiting for her husband to get on, and the bus waited for her. I reached the doors, slammed my hand on the window, and was let in. I was too out of breath to do anything more than panting and staring at the bus driver, who kindly reminded me that he had to go.
As I, filled with adrenaline from the sprint I wouldn't usually have managed, and filled with that feeling you have when you did something good and recieved something good from it, sat down on a seat with the bag of icecream beside me, I dizzily wondered:
What would have happened if I, that morning, had caught the first bus and worn high heels? What would have happened if my fiance had gotten his icecream after our lunch?
How long would that man in the wheelchair have waited for someone to help him, if those "unfortunate" things hadn't happened to me during the day?
I woke up a bit late, but decided that I'd look pretty, my hair being newly bleached and all. I decided, "Hey, since it has been spring-weather for at least a week, I should wear my new high heels!". However, me being slow as always, I missed the first bus. The next wouldn't come until half an hour later, it was cold, and snow had started to fall, so I decided to go inside and change to more comfy/warm shoes.
You see, if I miss the bus, I will have to run about 1,24 miles (2 km) in 12 minutes, sometimes less, and that's a no-can-do in heels for me, who hasn't really worn heels up until last year or so.
I had school, and afterwards ate lunch/dinner at McDonald's with my fiance. I was going to a meeting and he had to catch the bus home, so we didn't have time to buy icecream (my fiance loves the McFlurry, and always buys it regardless of the weather, haha!) I told him that it was all right, and that I'd bring some home after the meeting.
When the meeting was over, I wanted to keep my promise to buy him McFlurry - missing my bus home. It was 8PM and after 6 the bus only leaves once every hour. I walked towards the bus stop at 8:40 and the bus leaves 8:50, but on the way I saw a man in a wheelchair calling out for a man on the other side of the street. Through my headphones, I heard him calling "Excuse me, mister, could you please help? Excuse me, please!" but the man didn't stop.
I, however, did.
"Is there anything I can do to help you with?", I asked. He explained that he hadn't expected the sudden cold weather, and his fingers were too stiff for him to get home easily. He asked if I could push him home, "only 50-100 meters!" (~110 yards)
While I pushed him, he told me he'd been homeless for 9 years, and just recently found a home/institute. Reason he was in a wheelchair? He'd been beated down long ago and suffered a severe head-trauma. The problem was that it was more like 440 yards, and when we arrived, the clock was 8:48. He, Kenneth, kissed me on the hand as a thanks, as I politely told him that I had to run, waving my bag with icecream, "because my fiance is waiting for me back home".
I ran back, and by no means my condition is good. About 110 yards away from the one bus home, I see it blinking out, ready to leave.
I don't know how loud, but I actually shouted to the air "No, no please no!"
I didn't want to wait for another hour, leaving my fiance waiting. I didn't want to miss a bus because I'd helped a man in a wheelchair home, it just didn't seem... right. Perhaps that thought was selfish, but the bus stopped blinking out. Apparently, a woman with a pram was waiting for her husband to get on, and the bus waited for her. I reached the doors, slammed my hand on the window, and was let in. I was too out of breath to do anything more than panting and staring at the bus driver, who kindly reminded me that he had to go.
As I, filled with adrenaline from the sprint I wouldn't usually have managed, and filled with that feeling you have when you did something good and recieved something good from it, sat down on a seat with the bag of icecream beside me, I dizzily wondered:
What would have happened if I, that morning, had caught the first bus and worn high heels? What would have happened if my fiance had gotten his icecream after our lunch?
How long would that man in the wheelchair have waited for someone to help him, if those "unfortunate" things hadn't happened to me during the day?
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Ufon
Fri 23 Mar 2012 10:05
Nu har jag äntligen haft tid att läsa igenom!
Att läsa detta känns som varm choklad en kall vinter kväll. Gjorde min dag måste jag säga! Du är underbar!
Att läsa detta känns som varm choklad en kall vinter kväll. Gjorde min dag måste jag säga! Du är underbar!
Zarkadi
Wed 21 Mar 2012 21:30
Ja, gillar den också! Enda grejen är att det känns som att den är, du vet den där om den svarthåriga tjejen? Reaching out eller vad den hette...? Sadako. Äsch.
Enda grejen är att den känns som den fast med massa sex i >__>
Enda grejen är att den känns som den fast med massa sex i >__>
staka-san
Tue 20 Mar 2012 12:19
det låter nästan som i en film när du beskriver det :D och du är så snäll!
Zarkadi
Tue 20 Mar 2012 20:57
Jag tycker om att skriva dramatiskt x) Haha, men äsch, du är minst lika snäll! Jag tycker bara mycket om att nå ut till främlingar :o
Anonymous
Tue 20 Mar 2012 01:55
Aw.. du verkar vara en godhjärtad person :) <3
Vad gulligt att du hjälpte mannen i rullstol!
Vad gulligt att du hjälpte mannen i rullstol!
Zarkadi
Tue 20 Mar 2012 02:51
Haha, känns som att jag "försöker" utge mig själv för en bättre person än jag egentligen är, för saker som denna händer inte ofta - men när de händer kan jag inte låta bli!
Anonymous
Tue 20 Mar 2012 09:35
Know dat feel, men jag tror inte du är den typen faktiskt :)
Pleiades
Tue 20 Mar 2012 00:44
Freakking awsume :O Och man kan ju aldrig låta bli att tänka så som du gör.
Zarkadi
Tue 20 Mar 2012 01:34
Haha, ibland faller allt bara på plats. Jag hoppas att han är inomhus och varm nu :x
Anonymous
Tue 20 Mar 2012 00:33
This sounds like something out of a fucking novel.
<3
<3
Anonymous
Tue 20 Mar 2012 00:32
Åh, man blir lite varm inombords av att läsa det, ibland känns det bara som att allt händer av en anledning liksom. ^^
Zarkadi
Tue 20 Mar 2012 01:34
Ja, jag satt typ och "karmaaaa, ödeeeet" på hela bussresan hem, haha! Jag vet inte ens om jag *egentligen* tror på det, men jag vill tro på det, så... :P
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