--- In sathyasaibaba2@yahoogroups.com, "hmdaswani" <hmdaswani@>
wrote:
Damn Retards
A Story by Haresh Daswani
"
A wonderful and insightful story, trust me.
"
Retard is defined by slowing down or hindered development or process.
Usually caused by some possible obstruction.
Everything in the world has a plausible reason, perhaps.
Except for certain retards we love to hate, like dumb car drivers.
One of them is ahead of me. He drives like a retard, slow, with a
possible obstruction, which could be his fucking IQ level. How did he
get his fucking driver's license anyway?
It really sucks to be in my lane now, as I have no choice, no
overtaking allowed, and this fuck is going at the speed of
bureaucracy. I had to keep on honking for the last 2 miles.
I finally got past through him, who was really a her, and showed my
appreciation by flashing my finger. She was apparently a very old
lady, who should not be allowed to drive in the first place.
6 miles down the road and my car breaks down. This is not the best way
to get to work, and I have also had better days than these. Definitely
had better days than today.
With no one stopping I see that fuck up car again, slowing down,
retard, until a complete stop, also known as congress. I tried looking
the other way, but the car did not budge.
I decided to enter the car and tell the lady that she might as well go
where she is going, as she definitely will not get there today at her
driving rate.
It was only then I realized that she is having a medical episode,
which made her body move faster than her driving. This might have been
the possible obstruction causing the retard in her driving, or perhaps
she is just so fucking old she drives slow.
I decided to call for help, and the ambulance arrived. Given her
current state, and the fact that I am too late to get to work, I
decided to go along with her to the hospital.
In the ambulance, she smiled, and looked at my direction. "God bless
you dear child", were her very words, which might have instilled guilt
in my situation, but I have no reason to be guilty, she made me late,
and made me miss work today. She owes me for being such a fuck up.
"I am truly sorry for the hassle", she said, but still no guilt with
me. "I do have to get to a talk I have to give". And I was silent,
analyzing the whole situation. Still, no sense being all too pissed
off right now, and give this old hag a chance.
Perhaps, when things go slow, rather than rage, we have to focus on
the hidden message or purpose. No one would have stopped for her, not
even me. And of all the people whose car had to break down, it was
mine, which was the only reason I called for help for her, I had no
choice.
There was nothing noble in what I did, nor should I be proud of
calling for help. It had to be done, and she was so blessed to have
help from above to watch over her and stall my fucking car. God is
biased here. It is a strange world, right?
Yes it is, and the most wonderful of them all. Whatever it was and
whoever she is, even if she is out to help orphans, which she was
going to do, she is still a wonderful person, and this I got to learn
sitting beside her in the hospital room, and appreciated her very
stories of life, which has given forth insights.
Insights on how sometimes only those who retard get to smell the
roses, or get to see the clearer picture. Slowing down means getting
to appreciate the taste of your expensive meal, or getting to
appreciate the comfort and warmth of someone special snuggled on your
embrace. We live fast, and fully digest things, letting gravity take
its pace in helping us digest. The fullest flavors are attained, and
the truest meaning of life is learned. The best way to appreciate the
forest is to walk inside and smile, rather than rush to the other
side.
I was not there to save her, she was there to save me from who I was
and who I was going to be, alone and hectic.
God does play in very mysterious ways after all.
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