tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394553.post-1148617420207745402006-05-25T23:22:00.000-05:002006-05-25T23:23:40.220-05:00the barber's unhappiness“What I was just saying was that, our aim is, we’re going to be looking at some things or aspects, in terms of driving? Meaning safety, meaning, is speeding something we do in a vacuum, or could it involve a pedestrian or fatality or a family out for a fun drive, and then here you come, speeding, with the safety or destiny of that family not held firmly in your mind, and what happens next? Who knows?”<br /><br />“A crash?” said someone.<br /><br />“An accident?” said someone else.<br /><br />“Crash or accident both could,” said the instructor. “Either one might or may. Because I’ve seen, in my CPR role, as a paramedic, when many times, and I’m sorry if you find this gross or too much, I’ve had to sit in our rescue vehicle with a cut-off arm or hand, even of a kid, a really small arm or even limb, just weeping as if I hadn’t been thoroughly trained, as I know none of you have, but I have, and why was I holding that small arm or limb and bawling? Because of someone like you yourselves, good people, I know you are, I’m not saying that, but you decided what? What did you decide? Or they. That person who cut off that kid’s arm I was carrying that day I was just saying?”<br /><br />No one knew.<br /><br />“They decided to speed is what you did,” said the instructor sadly.<br /><div class="source">George Saunders, <cite class="minor">“The Barber’s Unhappiness”</cite></div>c.librehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16765622613483905991noreply@blogger.com