Friday, April 15, 2005

Life is poetry- sometimes tragic poetry

I was on my way to the gym. I spy all kinds of fire engines and ambulances coming my direction. My office is next door to a KFC. There is already an ambulance parked in front of the KFC. I round the corner and I see a man, in his 40's sprawled across the sidewalk near the exit of this chicken place. They have his shirt pulled up and are trying to zap his heart into beating again. Seems he enjoyed a deep fried lunch and his heart hath protested.

I had a camera in my purse, and thought for a moment that this would be a great photo, but decided against it.
What if he died there today? I would never forgive myself of taking such a humiliating photo of a dead man.

I hope it was just a scare.

KFC= Finger Lickin' Death



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