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" Like A Head of a Pin"
It is just like any summer morning.
Another day at the office to start.
Is 7:30 am I have to be there by 8.
7:50 now in the office, I had plenty of time.
Sadly, only children can enjoy this summer's day.
Well anyway, just another day of paperwork and people in need.
Like the sign says it is the United Way.
As always, I'm up in arms in paperwork.
Typing away, like I do every day I sit behind my desk.
The clock does what it does best reminding me how long I've been here and how long I have until the day is mine.
Face down in my typewriter again and not a computer in sight.
It was the 1980s so everything was the hard way.
Well, I look up from my work and it's noon and traffic has increased.
Nothing new, back to work.
Then I heard a screech of tires and a loud thud.
I go to the office door and see a small crowd of people in front of a car.
I walked outside to see what had happened and the small child was lying in a puddle of blood he had one eye open and was glazed over and the pupil was the like ahead of a pin.
A child snuffed out at the beginning of summer.
It made me sad as I finished my work that evening.
I think about the grief of the parents as I know the feeling of losing my own son.
The sun will set on this day, and all others after it.
Grief is a storm that a sunrise is hard to find, and I haven't found it yet.
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