We all have skeletons-
Usually they rest in the back corner of the closet, but sometimes they wake and start to claw at the crack under the door.
Have you ever had to make a hard decision? Yeah, we all have.
But, was it life or death?
So violently ill that you’re vomiting blood-
So weak, you can’t get out of bed on your own-
So frail, you can count your bones-
So malnourished, if you stand more than 5 minutes, your legs give out-
Pushed to a brink physically and emotionally-
pushed to the point that you had to choose: whether you would live, or them?
Now, what if that person was vulnerable.
What if, it was your job to protect that human?
If nothing else, you protect them- you’re the only one who can.
You’re literally their shield.
But, what if you can’t?
What if you can’t.
What if it comes down to a simple, animalistic, near barbaric algorithm:
If you die, they die.
If they die, you live.
So you make the phone call.
Tuesday, 10 A.M.- I’ll try to make it to Tuesday, at 10 A.M.