Ever fall in slow motion?
What I mean is you’re in the middle of falling down, and yet, meanwhile, you know you’re falling but the fall is almost in slow-motion — and there you are, falling down and there is absolutely nothing you can do except brace yourself when the voice in your head says, “Oh man, this is really gonna hurt!”
Ever have this?
I was crossing Washington at Meadow Street one night after work. It was dark and the rain had finally tapered off. The streets were wet to the point where there was a chattering sound from the wheels of cars as they drove by. There was a mist in the air and rainbow-like halos around the lighted orbs on the streetlamps.
I had just finished a long day. There was food waiting for me at home. More importantly, there was a shower waiting for me and a bed with pillows and blankets.
I waited at the light and prepared to cross. There was a car at the traffic light on Meadow Street. The car was at a light, and me, I saw there were no cars coming, so it was safe for me to cross,
Wrong . . .
One thing I noticed without looking too deeply is the car was an unmarked car. In fairness, I was less than innocent at this time, which means there was no need to make eye-contact.
I knew who was in the car. And that was fine. More importantly, I didn’t want him to notice me, which is why when I saw the chance to cross, I took it. As I saw it, there was no need for official run-ins at that time.
Unfortunately, the officer in the unmarked car noticed that no one was coming either. Everything was quiet. The streets were mainly empty (except for us).
In other words, the world was calm and all was perfect. However, the same as I thought it was clear, so did the officer in the unmarked car.
I decided to cross the street and without looking, the unmarked car decided to make a left turn without noticing that I was crossing.
Next thing I knew, quicker than I could react, I saw the car turning into me. I saw this happening, and yet, this was all happening in slow motion.
This all came at me from the corner of my eye. I was hit and fell on the hood and oddly aware of everything that was going on.
In my head, I realized what was happening. My first thought was that I was about to fly over the car and land on my head, in which case, I would be dead.
But that didn’t happen.
“I think I might be alright,” I thought to myself.
I didn’t fly over the car, which is what I expected.
Instead, I rode the hood of the unmarked car for a short stint until the officer hit the brakes, in which case, I went flying about 10 to maybe 15 yards ahead.
The whole time, my eyes were away from the officer. I never turned to look at him, but I knew who he was. I was just grateful he didn’t know me. My life didn’t flash before my eyes or anything like that. But, it seemed like I was in the audience of a motion picture, watching this all happen to me.
I knew what was happening. I had total awareness of everything that was taking place. All I can remember was thinking, “Oh man, this is gonna hurt.
I remember the officer came out of the car. He was apologetic. He wanted to call an ambulance. He wanted to get me to the hospital.
He also wanted me to sit in the back of the car but I chose not to, citing, “Those doors don’t open from the inside.”
“I’ll be fine right here!“
In about less than three minutes, several squad cars arrived. An ambulance arrived and a fire truck too. My knees were killing me but my adrenaline refused the pain.
I wanted to get out of there. I wanted to get away as quick as I could. I wanted to get away so badly that I convinced the officers that I was fine by doing jumping jacks in front of them. (That part hurt a lot, by the way.)
The story has nothing to do with the point but still, as long ago as this was; I can still see a little humor in it.
The reason for this story is not to tell you that I was once a crook or that I was hit by an unmarked police car.
No, the reason is sometimes life happens to us — and while life is happening, somehow, there is a slow motion process that comes when we realize we are falling, but yet, there’s absolutely nothing we can do about it.
Right now, life seems this way to me. There are things going on all around us. China and India are going at each other. South Korea just bombed North Korea. Hell, a few weeks ago, there was actual proof that UFOs exist, and yet, no one is talking about this.
There is rioting in the streets. There’s the left side and the right side, and religious gods have been replaced by political creatures.
We are on the verge of what seems like the end of the world and all I have in my head is the anticipation of the fall and this voice in my head that’s saying, “Oh man, this is really gonna hurt!”
Sometimes the world spins and no matter what we do, there’s just no way to stop it. Sometimes I think about the old song from Barry McGuire about the Eve of Destruction.
To be honest, I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know what will happen in the next few months. I don’t know if we’ll ever get out of this, or if McGuire was right. But in case we’re on the eve of destruction, I just want to say a few things.
I did what I did. I went where I went, and rode with whomever I rode with. I had the chance to break bread in some incredible places and I met some incredible people.
I lived some and sinned some. I loved and I hated. I did both good and bad, and I admit to who I am and who I was.
I wept some and I cheered some. I lived and I died more times than I can count, but of all things I’ve done and with my faults to the side, I know there were tough times, but deep down — I know I am a good person at heart.
There is a quote that comes from Matthew 24:36 “No one knows the hour or the day. Not the Angels in heaven. Not even The Son. Only The Father knows.”
So maybe this is more like a prayer than a post. Maybe this is an idea of mine that I feel the need to put out there. If, in case, this whole world starts exploding, the one thing I can say is I might not have seen much in my life but what I’ve seen took a lifetime to build.
By the way, just to be clear, I don’t do politics. I don’t blame the House or the Senate. I don’t blame the government. Here it is a big, huge world with plenty enough for everyone and more than enough for all to go around, and yet, somehow, no matter what, we just can’t seem to get along, can we?
When I was little, I had a panic attack about this thing called World War III. Mom calmed me down and said, “Let’s just hope that day never comes.”
Maybe I’m alone with this concern but honestly, I have that feeling like I’m falling in slow motion again. And man, this one is gonna hurt!
Sooner or later, the toughest kids on the block are going to have themselves a tussle and kick up some dirt until they find out who’s the toughest.
I hope we don’t have to suffer for this.