The Social Experience......Helping the Unsigned Artist Get Heard!!!
"When quiet shatters...its pieces can scar you forever."
"Somebody help me.....
please call 911!!"
a lady cried banging on
my screened entrance
in a staccato of fear.
Yanked brusquely from the
normalcy of an ordinary day
I rushed to the front door,
to view my whole world awry.
For just beyond her panicked eyes,
pleading for a solution
I saw a man lying face down,
his whole life at its near finish
upon the end of my driveway.
In an adrenaline rush
like a weak blood vessel I burst,
in a flash of flesh and fear
in stockinged feet, and shoeless.
I dashed to his side and then
gasped not only from my haste,
but also grasping at once
the horrible position
fate had brought
upon me.
With no time for indecision,
though even heroes are reluctant
hey...I was just a guy
who lived behind the place
where he had fallen,
but I knelt to save him
His face was crushed
against the asphalt,
wrenched to the side upon
its impact, in puddles of his
blood and gore purple and blue...
his glasses shattered..
he'd hit with no hands
out to stop him.
I knew I had to turn him over
but he was stiff, and icy cold,
so with my muscles all straining
I flipped him, and when I had him
on his back I saw that he was
my nice neighbor, a man who
always had a smile except for now...
Then instinct immediately
took over, though unwillinging still
I had to do all that I could
to bring him back
~
His lips and nose were awash
in blood across his whole face
it was plastered, his mouth
was full too, where I'd soon
share my life's breath
to fill his lungs
I screamed, "Someone get me a towel,
a wet rag.... just give me a shirt."
Judy ran to get several,
dialing a cellphone
as she went.
A shirt was tossed to me,
a young man offered his
aid from afar among
the bystanders simply
standing by me,
looking down on this
task so distasteful.
I wiped his face inadequately
and bent to wrench him
from death's grip, pinching his nose,
as my lips enclosed him,
as a sickly, sticky sense ensued.
I blew a long blast deep inside him
and watched his abdomen
arise on that Saturday just before
Easter with resurrection
not yet there~and his answer was
a bloody gurgle which he'd
repeat so many times.
I turned my face and
spit it out his blood
then onto his chest I
dashed for compressions
while yelling at him to hang on,
"Don't die on me...John,.....
just keep fighting."
and then back to that
bloody hole demanding
more air to fill his starving lungs.
Thumps, breaths, thumps, breaths
a rhythmic pummeling of death,
the world enveloped me in slow-mo
a whole eternity dragged passed me,
about 8 long minutes ago.
one neighbor at last took
my job of compressing upon John's
chest leaving me free to concentrate
on the copper smelling
gory red exhales that I blew..............
Far in the distance I heard
sirens, quite faint above
John's wife's sad cries,
she kept on begging us to help him
but I could not look in her eyes,
while John gave
only gurgling sighs..............................
Soon expert hands
bid me give passage,
I raised my mottled face and moved
just a few feet away,
and squatted....exhausted.
I focused on their hurried efforts
to stop death as it excised John
Not one of them dared put
his mouth on John's face without
masks and protection,
they looked at me like I was crazy
but they'd come from another place.
He'd been out jogging
and death chased him down,
in a pace he couldn't outrun.
They loaded him onto a stretcher
still working on him,
rubber gloved but then the ambulance
stood and stayed silent
as they put him in
and closed the doors.
I wiped my mouth
and tasted sorrow
more failure then ever before
later they left us there all
standing in huddled groups
upon my drive.
They took John but
he'd left already
upon a far more distant ride.
Later I filled some
buckets with hot water
and then washed away
the puddle of John's life
congealing from where
it had been squashed.
They said his heart attack was massive
and that even under doctor's expert care
he would have perished in an instant
but it brought me so little comfort
and painted life much more unfair.
The end result betrayed all hope
and I still saw him lying there
four days past when he took his leave.
I made a small cross and erected it,
quite close to the spot he fell
to let my neighbors know his passing
meant something more then tears and grief.
We'd lost one of our own too early
he'd left us all beyond belief
yet still this simple faith filled marker
served to remind...and bring
some modicum of relief.
"When the quiet shatters,
it's pieces can scar you forever."
Godspeed...John N---lon
1947 to 2002
" Jog on through to heavens glory
and rest forever in it's shade."
~
It's quiet here now
all that was untidy is
boxed up, and buried
soon poppies will bloom
where his blood washed
into my soil, and grass
they come up every year
with bright red heads
near where John's fell
I shake my own head
at this symbolism
but life creeps onward
I can spring back on Sunday
kind words were rendered
tears shed, hugs squeezed
a funeral without the fun-
that graces its first 3 letters
I can taste things again
without a cooper taint
or a smell of mortality
The street is back
to its normal flow
cars slow a bit at the cross
that marks the passing
of one man that will
not pass by anymore
one less smile as I
grab the morning paper
a Mister Rogers neighborhood
transformed in an instant
to a scenario of death
excuse me while I
don a sweater
the chill still lingers.
The daffodils have opened
their sleepy heads
and their trumpets blow taps
I am numb but feelings
are not vacant
and soon this too will pass
Life restores the rips
that tear the fabric
of our souls
it knits them quickly
in bright colors
to distract us
I like the quiet here
my dog snores
and birds chirp
and I will not think anymore
of the silent flesh
pressed in satin
in a place with no sound
~
When the quiet shatters
its pieces can scar you forever.
when the quiet resumes
the scars attempt a fade
into the hazy past.
12:30 p.m.
the phone jangles
jerking me up
from a piece
of clay I was
attempting to adapt
from just mud
into pure art
breathing life into
a useless lump
of Terra fir-ma
I reached over to
grab the creative
license suspender
and said, "Hello??"
It was my Doctor's office
"We have the results
of your blood work
your stress tests
your x-rays
and the doctor would
like to see you
"Could you come in at 3:15 today??"
"Ah...sure." I stammered
and hung up with a faint goodbye
jangle...jangle...jangle
~~~~~jingle~~~jingle~~~jingle
not the phone this time
but alarms going off
in my head
my heart pounding
louder then that day
my screen door was hammered
by a lady announcing
a dying man's needs
at the end of my drive
In a stupor
I cancelled a studio session
and paced the kitchen
turning the linoleum
into leaner-noleum.
"My, God...what's the urgency??
I thought as the hands
on the clock
spun in a slow dance
to a song best forgotten.
after thinking of all the
worst possible scenarios.
Aids, hepatitis, cancer..
I had smoked many years of
various weeds and herbs
till I quit and hey they
took a chest x-ray
or could it be some
flesh eating bacteria
some new unknown
transfreable poison
all because I gave CPR
to a dead man
thinking it would help?
Could that mark me as the next
house call for the reaper
then suddenly the clock
was whipping around
like a rabid dog
chasing his well chewed tail
in mad circles
and it was 2:30.
I grabbed my keys and
walked slowly to the car
thinking maybe this sunny day
would be the last for a long while.
I would have chosen
to remain innocent
of the facts of
my own mortality.
I didn't want to know
if it was anything bad
but my options were thin
I had to go in
not knowing would be as worse
and might hurt other people
if I was now sick.
They took me right in
and put me in exam room eight
my doctor who slightly
resembles Ichabod Crane
strode in like the
headless horseman
was hot on his tail
but then he just said
"It's been a busy day."
He opened my charts and
there were notes in
there that looked like
Einstein's chalkboard
and my heart did a
small back flip
a point ten on the
O-lymphic scale
But then this tall
wise man, said...
"Your aids test is negative."
as well as your hepatitis test
in any of it's forms
as well as any chance of
infections or contagions"..... blah, blah,blah....
Pheeewwww....my inner
soul whispered
.......But!!" he said,
Suddenly...............
I saw the flash back of John's
purple and blue face
superimposed onto mine
for a split second
then he continued....
"Your cholesterol level ]\
is a whopping 263...
with LDL which is
the good cholesterol at 33
your bottom number
which is too high it's at 216."
Your blood pressure during
the stress tests was abnormal
for a man your age
when you were at the
hardest part of the test
The ultrasound of your heart
shows a weakening as well.
At this point
therefore I think we should
start you on Lipitor
to correct your cholesterol levels
do some Dye testing on
your heart artery's
then...... if after a month on meds
you still have a high level
there may be arterial blockage
and if that shows up as a problems
we'll run a heart cath
to find out where
the trouble lies
by the way your X-rays were normal."
Phewwwwww....I think????
treatable problems????
not impending death???
obviously my high cholesterol
was conspiring behind my
back to someday shorten
my vacation plans
one of these years
not too far off
and then I began to understand
why I was given the shot
at saving John
even though I lost him
from a massive heart attack
nothing heroic
just Humanity compounded.
Did God lay a warning
at the end of my driveway????
was John's life meant to end
and in the process
of expiring in my presence
create a situation
where I would ultimately
see my own doctor?
and avoid the same fate???
or was it all just
happenstance????
The doctor made me
a few appointments
patted me on the back
handed me some lipitor for 30 days
and went off to see the next worry wart
I felt one small tear of gratitude
slide down the healthy flesh
of my cheek
for God...for John
a nice guy who even in death
unbeknownst to him
helped another person out.
I have an obligation now
either way to take up
the task of being nicer
now that the world has
one less nice person in it
and to take care of myself
to avoid winding up
on the end of my driveway
on a trip to get the mail
where I'd finish up becoming
just another message
to some other poor soul
who is on the borderline
of a major health dilemma.
I drove home
with the windows down
and a whimsical grin on my face
today was going to be
a spectacular day !!
Thanks John
I only wish you could have
been here to see it.
A true story retold.
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