 #1 (permalink) Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:07 am The Collector. |
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Standing here watching the families grief brings me no satisfaction.
I had learned many years ago, when I had first taken this job, that life doesn't always punish the wicked and reward the good amongst you.
Even little children cannot escape the inevitable in the "greater plan".
God moves people around like chess pieces on a great board, and it is not my place to question his actions.
He is all-wise and all-knowing, and I assure myself that he makes the decisions that he does because he has a better placement for each and every one of us.
Standing here watching this man in his comatose state I, and the doctors, know that the end is near, but the family, especially the grief-stricken wife, cling to one last desperate dream that he will open his eyes and make a miraculous recovery.
Unfortunately this isn't going to happen today.
I have my instructions, handed down from way on high.
I step forward and say, "It's time John, time to go."
He answers, "But I can't leave them, they need me so very much."
I smile benignly and he knows that there is no alternative.
Reluctantly he rises and takes my arm.
We walk toward the blinding white light that welcomes him to another far-off place.
His friends, long departed, are waiting to greet him, and he smiles at each face in recognition.
Behind us the crying increases in volume, and I leave John to his new life and walk toward another destination.
I have a job to do. I do it the best way that I know how.
I find no satisfaction in doing so.
Kitos.
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