The City Called Life...

Allow me to introduce you to the city called Life:

Life is very similar to any other major American suburban city. It has a population of 50,000 and contains hospitals, banks, police stations and supermarkets. Fences line the houses and trees line the boulevards. Minor roads intersect with major streets and the lights turn on when the sun goes down.

In Life, there are two major traffic arteries: Emotional Avenue and Spiritual Parkway. Both streets serve the population and conjoin in the town square. Since it is such a busy corner, residents must take care to walk on the sidewalk and not step into traffic. Caution must even be used when crossing the street as vehicles have been known to ignore the lights and run over pedestrians.

And that is what happened to me yesterday. As I was crossing between the two curbs, a large truck came barreling down the street, running the light striking me with such an immense force that I was knocked off of my feet and sent tumbling through the air.

I was sprawled on my back by the side of the street. My body was twisted and bruised, but I was stunned and confused. The truck had come out of nowhere and hadn't cared to stop or even slow down.

Crying out in pain, I looked up towards Heaven. I reached out, as if to ask for a hand up, but instead clenched my fist and shook it at God. I was only at this intersection because of him in the first place and now he allowed someone's reckless driving to cause me harm.

I sat up as I nursed my injuries. Clutching my left arm, I looked upwards once more, this time with tears in my eyes. The walk here had been tiring enough and now it all felt vain. I slowly stood as not even a bystander stopped to offer aid. No one had even noticed the incident, let alone care enough to step out of their mundane life for another.

And so I brushed off my clothes, grabbed my throbbing arm, lowered my gaze from God, and walked slowly down Emotional Avenue with tears in my eyes through this city called Life.


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