Somebody once said that the way to your heart is through your mind. There is another thought... It is through your stomach? That I could never condone. Somehow, when I heard a true story tonight of loss of a life, the stomach pitched and the mind cornered itself into my heartbeat rhythm.
The story has been told in various ways...
He was on his way to work
It was 5 am
It was a '53 Ausin with a 'death trap' door
He worked as a meat packer or he worked on the railroad
He was a medical student
He had just passed his exams
He was alone
He was with friends
The friends were on the water tower
It was a snow storm
The train was coming
He saw the train and drove into it
He saw the train and jumped out of the car
He saw the train and rolled under it
The train decapitated him
He had a wife
His wife was buying a dress for a party
He was going to celebrate
They had just finished celebrating
His wife had to see the body
His ring was scored with scratches
He had a baby
His baby was 7 months old
He was 32
He was celebrating
He passed his medical exams
It was March 5
He was drunk
He was hangover
He was late
He was dead
He died in the morning
He died on the way to the to work
He died after the party
He died and the world changed
Love is everything?
Love won't cork the bottle
Love won't keep me from not knowing
Heart and mind need to stay together.
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