What Happened After One's Death?
Death, the big question mark on people's lives. What happens after one's death? Is there and afterlife? Do you meet god? Be reunited with your loved ones? All this has been speculated on for centuries by the people of earth. Different religions envisioning on their own paradise for the dearly departed. I wish I could answer all those questions, but I can't. All I can tell you is what happened to me after my life was over.
My name is.......no longer relevant, and this is my tale.
The day that inevitably lead to my death was not unlike most days of my adult life. I woke up at noon did the three S's (Shit, Shower, Shave.) and ate a quick high energy breakfast. Then it being the proper day of the week I went to the dojo for Tae kwon …show more content…
Lock my doors, don’t make eye contact and get the f*&$ out before they try something stupid. Unfortunately, I ran into the latter of the groups. I had just unlocked my car door when the bushes behind me stirred. And out stepped a man how was obviously a heavy user of drugs. Black teeth, to match the dark circles under his eyes, blotchy skin the hugged a skull that did not have too much meat on it. He was lanky and tall about five foot ten inches, making him six inches taller than me. But the truly disturbing thig about him was the pistol in his hand. It was a revolver of some kind (I hate guns more of a bow for reusable ammo kind of guy.) and it looked rusted in some spots and just as likely to explode then shoot …show more content…
" it's on the inside of my car door I'm going to open it and pull it out." I say as a slowly star moving to the side to finish opening the door.
" Stoop talkins and Gis me yos munny." I was beginning to wonder if listening to his horrible English could was making me lose brain cells. I choose to ignore the gibberish he was speaking and opened the car door and slowly pulled out my wallet. Throwing it at his feet, it was not a huge loss forty bucks and placstic I can replace before he can cause any damage. He bent down and picked it up keeping and eye and the gun on me. I just watched and wated with my hands in the air with he fumbled on the ground looking blind for the wallet since he was not taking his eyes off me.
He finally found it was started to stand up when something stupid happened. A second drug addict stepped out of the bushes while saying very loudly. " Did you get it." Startling the man with the gun just enough that he pulled the trigger. From my perspective it seemed time slowed down, not in I could move super-fast just everything happened in slow motion, and I was helpless to stop
My name is.......no longer relevant, and this is my tale.
The day that inevitably lead to my death was not unlike most days of my adult life. I woke up at noon did the three S's (Shit, Shower, Shave.) and ate a quick high energy breakfast. Then it being the proper day of the week I went to the dojo for Tae kwon …show more content…
Lock my doors, don’t make eye contact and get the f*&$ out before they try something stupid. Unfortunately, I ran into the latter of the groups. I had just unlocked my car door when the bushes behind me stirred. And out stepped a man how was obviously a heavy user of drugs. Black teeth, to match the dark circles under his eyes, blotchy skin the hugged a skull that did not have too much meat on it. He was lanky and tall about five foot ten inches, making him six inches taller than me. But the truly disturbing thig about him was the pistol in his hand. It was a revolver of some kind (I hate guns more of a bow for reusable ammo kind of guy.) and it looked rusted in some spots and just as likely to explode then shoot …show more content…
" it's on the inside of my car door I'm going to open it and pull it out." I say as a slowly star moving to the side to finish opening the door.
" Stoop talkins and Gis me yos munny." I was beginning to wonder if listening to his horrible English could was making me lose brain cells. I choose to ignore the gibberish he was speaking and opened the car door and slowly pulled out my wallet. Throwing it at his feet, it was not a huge loss forty bucks and placstic I can replace before he can cause any damage. He bent down and picked it up keeping and eye and the gun on me. I just watched and wated with my hands in the air with he fumbled on the ground looking blind for the wallet since he was not taking his eyes off me.
He finally found it was started to stand up when something stupid happened. A second drug addict stepped out of the bushes while saying very loudly. " Did you get it." Startling the man with the gun just enough that he pulled the trigger. From my perspective it seemed time slowed down, not in I could move super-fast just everything happened in slow motion, and I was helpless to stop