It happened on Monday Morning..

Its amazing how a moment can change your life. Monday, 11th, April, 5:25 am or thereabouts. I didnt see him coming, honest...well I did. But there was nothing I could do.. he sprinted across the road and I slammed the brakes, but I couldnt change the laws of physics. And I heard the thud as the bumper hit him. I took one look at the broken skull and knew there is no hope. What happened next, I cant explain I fled the scene. I wondered if there was a spattering of blood on the bumper, I wondered if it would be noticed. But I told myself to calm down, I said that no one but me would be looking that close on my bumper. I wish I wasnt such a coward. Well there wasnt much to do. If he was alive, it would be different, I would have taken him somewhere, got him treated, etc. etc. But there was no doubt he was dead. His head was smashed.

As I drove on, I used every trick I knew to blank out the image in my mind. I told myself that someone would soon find the body... but it is events like this that change ones life forever. I wonder why it is that everyone I see now seem to be waring white... does it have anything to do with the fact that HE was wearing white? How I wish He waited before running across the road, how I wish I had taken another road... I guess what is to be will be? But it sure doesnt comfort me.

Mathai