A Lonely World

“I told him where I was going, and he hurried me out, pointing to the door with the gun, but what he didn’t know was…”

( via The Daily Post)

… that he wouldn’t make it trough the night. The wound in his leg had already bled for to long and he had lost most of his blood. I told him I was going for antibiotics and pain medicine, but I came back with morphine. As soon as he fainted we hurried him to the hospital, but it was to late, John died that night.

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It was a hard day for everyone, and longer for some than for others. For me it started when at 5 P.M. paramedics were dispatched to a hostage situation. When I got to the bank where it all took place I learned that a man by the name of John had taken hostage two bank clerks and three clients.

As the day unfolded we learned that John had came to the bank to ask for a loan, and when refused took everyone at the bank hostage. What no one seemed able to find out was why he needed the loan.

The negotiations went on forever and by 10 P.M. the police had had enough and went in. It was mayhem, two hostages got shot and John was shot in the leg. But that wasn’t the end of it. At the end of the raid police found themselves in front of a wounded gunman holding a clerk hostage.

They backed out and I went in to tend to the shooter’s hounds. He released the clerk in exchange for me. As soon as I saw the wound I told him he needed a hospital, but he wouldn’t listen.

I did the best I could, and as I work on his leg he told me his history. His son had died recently and he had no money to bury him, all he wanted was to put his son to rest.

The next day I made the arrangements for their funeral father and son, and thought of how sad our society is, and how little we care about each other.

What I Couldn’t Live Without

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I guess you could say I’m a small town girl. I grew up in Madeira, a beautiful small island in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. In many ways we are just as modern as any other European city. But living in an island has it’s differences.

To an extent you live isolated from the rest of the world, and travelling is a bit more complicated. Traditions and customs tend to stick around for longer and change is slower. I have complain often about the “problems” of living in an island, but there is one thing that I couldn’t live without.

The sea

I absolutely love the sea.

I love to walk by the shore in the summer nights and feel the sea breeze in the air.

I love to swim in the dark blue ocean where you can’t even see two feet down.

I love it’s smell.

I love the immensity of it that makes you feel as if there are no limits around you.

I love it’s rage when winter comes and the waves rise, as if it’s reminding you that your only a guest here.

To an extent the sea is part of my identity. I grew up with it. You could say I have salty blood.

The sea is a force of nature, it’s a companion and a friend, and a constant reminder that live is beautiful.

The Day I Would Relive

If you could go back in time and relive one day of your life, which would you choose?

prompt by Plinky

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There are days in our life’s that are worth reliving. Some because of how special and important the moment was, and some because it was just a great day.

The day I would go back to, in my infinite experience as a 21 year old, is both those things. It was the day of the first kiss I shared with my boyfriend.

I know it may seem like an unimportant day, in the big scheme of things, but for me it was a wonderful day. It was an important day, cause it marked the start of something new in my live, but it was also a day where I had lots of fun.

It was the middle of the summer and my then friend, now boyfriend, came and pick me up for a long day at the beach.

I love the sun and the sea, and I’m a happy camper if someone invites me for a long day lazing around in the beach.

We spent most of the day going back and forth between the towel and the sea, with a couple of coffee brakes in between

In the middle of the afternoon, when we were both catching some sun after a long swim, he slowly reached for my hand. I couldn’t take my eyes of his sweet smile and brown eyes, he leaned forward and kissed me.

We finished the day with a walk by the shore, holding hands and smiling like two kids.

There is something magical about the first kiss you share with someone, it stays with you as a precious gem that glows in the dark.

That was one of the best days in my life. And that was the day I would relive, if I could.

What day would you relive?

Waiting for a match: Loving Heart

Inspired by The Daily Post

Treasures of the Mind – My Earliest Memory

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The memory starts in a pink haze, my grandfather takes me by the hand trough a big dark wooden door. I’m in the radio building to visit my mother. We pass a marble counter on the left and go up a huge spiral staircase on the right. At the top of the stairs are the studios, we turn left and enter one of them. My mother is inside, working, I run to her. The memory fades as hazy as it came.

My grandfather used to work at the radio station when he was young, and my mother has work there all her life. They both recall many times when my grandfather took me to visit my mother, but they both insist that in all the buildings the radio took over the years none of them had a spiral staircase.Maybe it was just a dream, maybe this memory has been distorted by time and a kids brain, regardless it is still my earliest and most favourite memory.

Memories are magical things, they are fragments not only of our lives but of who we are, and who we were.