Ah spring is in the air. A time when the flowers blossom the birds sings and the bees buzz, O and let’s not forget rain and thunder.
Sharp bellowing rain flung about by raging winds. Thunder that splits open the heavens with blinding light and deafening boom that shakes the very earth…
Can you tell that I am not the biggest fan of a thunder storm? It is a scary thing for me and I do not think my fear is completely ungrounded as we have covered more than one story in the last couple of years where a lighting bolt has claimed a life. The boy on the athletics field and the group of people in the tent at Old Coronation are the two examples that come to mind.
I can sort of see why 2000 years ago the Greeks thought Zeus was hurtling cosmic power at plebeians who have somehow displeased him. In reality dying from a bolt of lighting might seem beyond the realm of possibility, it is technically no different than dying from a house fire or a car accident or cancer. If it is time then it is time. The odds of dying from a bolt of lighting is about 1 00 million to one but the odds of dying? Well that is a mathematical certainty 1:1.
Allow your brain an extra dose of oxygen if you will and imagine with me for a moment if you knew the day and cause of your eventual passing from his world? Would you take out a loan the week before and buy a swimming pool full of chocolate whispers or maybe a Porsche? “Hey I am going to choke on a pretzel on Saturday,” you tell yourself while racing at breakneck speed down the N12. Well that is just the thing that no one else might die in the accident that will most defiantly be caused.
I know I am usually all fun and games on the corner of the newspaper but you are still reading and I do have a point to make I promise (if you count a point as the jagged corner which is usually my conclusions).
Imagine if it where turned around and you could know the exact day and cause of everyone else’s death but your own. Firstly you would definitely be some kind of super hero but I also believe that a person with ability like that will be the most considerate person in the world. That cute six year old that smiled at you in the queue at the shop might die in a car accident the next day or a drug overdose at age 25 for a stroke at age 90 or a lightning bolt.
My brain is rolling its proverbial eyes at me for getting so philosophical and it is not even 12:00 yet. There are things that I should stop putting off for another day, and that is not even counting the to-do list that Brian keeps misplacing. How about you dear reader? Is there someone that you need call? Forgive, thank? Don’t wait for another day and also don’t wear a wet suit of armour on a mountaintop in a thunderstorm I hear that might not be the best idea either.
