Hearts and bandages

As a continuation of I love you, I’d like to first put some images into your mind so that you may understand what I was thinking at that particular moment.

Imagine yourself entering the back of an empty tram. Even the driver is in the front vehicle – you are all alone. Suddenly, a bunch of suspicious looking guys get on, holding knives. They settle down at the very back, as they were booked, and looking at you as you face your back to them. Your mental activity starts spinning. What would your thoughts be?

Let me share mine.

I was in that situation a couple of weeks ago. I was thinking about ways to protect myself if they were to rob me. I had no money, so I couldn’t bribe them, nor had I a fancy cellphone which I could exchange my life with. So what might they do?

Shit, we’re in a pinch. She’s seen us and we ought to get rid of her, or else she’ll call the police on us.

They’d use their knife, and cut my throat, and then throw me down on the floor, dying. Then they would leave. And I’d lie there, all alone, bleeding, dying. I’d reach for the cellphone which they threw away, and I’d try to call somebody. But I know that even if I managed to call someone, I wouldn’t be able to speak, not even my last words. And I realised how much I loved this life that I have been given. Even though I’ve experienced hardships (that’s part of life, really), even though people tell me that I’m fat, or whatever people might say or do to me. No matter what you say, I’m just happy that I’m alive. I live for myself and I live for the people I love. I know who will be really sad if I died, so I better live for him until my time is up.

So I’d like to thank those suspicious looking guys who gave me this thought. Thank you!