History in the Making - Part 17

Post date: Apr 4, 2016 9:32:11 PM

The kid was the one who stopped me on my tracks right away...

- Please don't go. My father was a firefighter and he would have wanted to save as many as he could!

Wise words... I couldn't argue with that, even if it was coming from just a kid. He looks disturbed, sad and in pain. Maybe he lost his parents or someone else close to him in this tragedy or maybe just his dad as he so fondly mentioned.

Whoever it may be, I felt compelled to stop and listen to what the kid have to say, so I paused, looked around and shutting my eyes for a second I've decided to sit again. As a pondered about the kid's possible motives, the doctor was the one to broke the silence.

- Nobody is leaving and that's final! Now, dad, come help me!

As I heard the last sentence I quickly turned to see if I got that right... This kind doctor can't be this ill mannered daughter...oh boy!... Looks like it is! You truly can't assume anything about someone's family just by their personality.

In all that commotion I almost didn't noticed the blood cofs that the old man was making, but as I saw that, I instinctively approach them.

- Hey pal, don't be a slacker now! - I tried to encourage as I was afraid of what's coming, but I still continued as I turned to her... - What's wrong? What can I do?

- I'm not sure and we can't be accurate. It looks like he has an internal bleeding of sorts but without knowing the extension or where it is I can't do much... - As she slowly looked down to grab something she continued... - I'm truly sorry for you father but there's nothing else we can do except hope for the best.

I couldn't find a reply... I felt like I've known all along but someone had to tell me that to realize it. I took a few steps back tumbling like I was about to fall until I hit a sofa and decided to park right there.

- You got it wrong. I'm not the father. I'm a simple doorman for the building of the company we both work in. I don't have any family left.

Suddenly, I realized that she thought that was my father... Unable to face anyone, I just looked down, thinking as the old man continue...

- I believe we both are the same having nobody in this world. For years now I've only seen only solitude...

I looked up and noticed everyone looking at me... I... didn't know what to say so I remained quiet...

I was never good at making friends. I mean... I'm an average social person and dealing with daily social business like interaction seems to be like what I'm good at, but being friends with someone is a completely different story to me.

That particularity is like a shell of mine, something that tries to protect me from getting hurt because of others... Fortunately (for... only... me... it seems) I've got an analytic mind that allows me to shy away hurtful feelings to deal with them at a later date. Well... most of the time...