- Give me some ... uncle, I hear a beggar beside me.
Clothes dull, sallow a relatively clean if we discount the sleeves and muddy shoes that you crush retina with their orange indicates a person to live in deprivation. But the scarf was once white, now it's uncertain color and gives me a feeling of insecurity. It's still summer. The head with bulging eyes sits perched on the short neck and is thrust into the blue collar shirt and a flower pot. Let's all have some thirty summers, the only spring you could say, perceiving it. Showing the dubious mists rising from the ground in the evening, and his voice is sweet and biting deep in the wood chainsaw tree. The man is stocky, strong, so my words come without them thinking:
- Go and tell him I rushed works. Are you big man may beg?
- I have nothing to eat, he answers him with a long look.
- It's my problem, I say, I'm away from him.
Now that I have distanced enough, it makes me think if I did well, and the man was indeed an unfortunate fate struck. My heart is good and used to help the others, but this time it seemed that they are lying. Is it good to help someone even if you know that you remember? God what he thinks? And if there is no God, then who keeps track?
Off ... by existential thoughts crop up my mind. Even so, is there God? I do not know. There are many who believe, and many who deny. I'm in the middle, I would have to decide whether to be with one or the other, I can not stay all my life undecided.
- John! hear a short cry from somewhere in the distance.
But who calls me? Maybe you looking for another, but the voice seems familiar. The darkness left over neighborhood dim lights does not help me much. The dense vegetation that grew awry through boxes that we call blocks, not seen almost anything. Because they are now just below the middle of the light of a lantern, can be seen from some distance, however, did not I see anything on three to four meters. To answer the call? Better to wait, but I will pull away from the bright strategic, darkness be my friend, not foe. I keep going another ten feet in half-light feature pedestrian areas in the neighborhood.
- John! Ina hear every voice, now it's much closer. Reach under the lantern and finally recognize the Dalin. In fact, his name Alin, but everyone tells Dalin as a doctor. He's eight years older than me, but we're good friends. It is said that on the night of college was called by someone who wanted to talk to him. He did not recognize his voice and said he wants to contact Alin. His reply remained memorable. "You do not live any Alin, this number can only talk to Mr. Doctor Alin. You call? "Since then he was told Dr.Alin then remained only Dalin.
- Where are you?
- Also, Dalin! I answer myself.
- John, you're a smart guy, let's talk a moment to sit on the bench there, telling me he showed me a bench in the driveway.
- We sit, why do not we, but you see a little nervous.
- Wait till you see what happened today at the hospital, he tells me pulling hard and soul.
- Calm down, and take it easy. Tell.
- You've heard of those who are declared dead and then come back to life?
- Yes, I heard medical errors.
- Nooo. I happened to me, tell him excitedly.
- You died and risen, Dalin?
- Not to me, an old lady. A patient of mine.
- How so?
- Three days ago he had a soul. I'm a doctor, God. I signed the death certificate. With my own eyes, I saw when quenched.
- And?
- Today came to me to tell me that a bad back, he was not comfortable coffin and stood dumbly in it.
He wanted a pill for that.
- What??? I do not believe it.
- Yes, those were her first words. I felt my heart stops. Then I came back a bit and put it to tell. He said he took her home two days ago and she returned last night. He woke up he was put in the coffin, and the cross was ready, but not scared. Got off the table, went to the kitchen and saw no one so he started to cook. Morning and returned sons with spouses and the whole procession, ready to take her to the grave.
- Unbelievable! I said laughing. This is too much! This can not be!
- Wait that's not all! Old lady proudly told me it was good that he got up, he had what human to all guests.
- Dalin, you laugh at me!
- I John, tell the truth! Can you imagine how shocked I was! I checked it and it was ice cold, had no pulse, was not responding to stimuli, it was gone. I do not sign death certificates as mayor.
- Weird random!
- You know there's something up there. John, I do not explain what I saw today, he says thoughtfully.
- Yeah ... I answer them. Then the moon as we both try to make their way through the clouds. It's quiet in the neighborhood. I began to pray silently watching the sky: "God, I can Dalin mind, maybe it was something normal, maybe a chance, but if there is God do a miracle." After several minutes of silence, began to speak:
- Dalin, I'm going to take the car, I'm suffocating in this town, I want to go somewhere where they can breathe fresh air.
- And here you have? It's quiet, the air is, it's much vegetation ...
- Dalin want to make tonight a walk, and do not want to be alone, I want to come with me. We must go together.
His blue eyes stared at me. Seems to be in a state of high tension. I do not know if his legs tremble a bit or jeans are in the breeze. Their movement stops and Dalin seems to have made a decision:
- I agree. Anyway, I am able to do anything.
More than half an hour I went out of town, riding on my car rattle you smoke and rattles louder than a tin can filled with screws. Dalin the way without saying anything. We silently if silence can be called that infernal noise that you remove the engine. Perhaps he orchestrated the vocal cords. We should shout to hear. I want to end up on a hill where I went on a trip when I was little. There are about thirty miles. up there. Freeze road seems to be lit by strong lights. City Lights is shrinking. Ghosts of shadows remain behind us. There are silhouettes of trees, buildings, roadside bushes.
Suddenly, I see a road that bends and feel my hands involuntarily pull the wheel right. Hardly fail to recover and stay on the main road that continues straight as a sword of light splits the night. I say in my mind, "Lord, a miracle tonight, ready to do anything." Then I ran without brakes. Maybe God wanted to do right, maybe there's a miracle that I'm looking for. I feel that something draws me to that road we went. I'll be back!
- What do Ioane? Dalin ask me puzzled.
- I missed the way, I tell him, to explain why the stop.
- But where are we going? I thought a walk without a precise target.
- I want to go to a special place, I say, trying to keep my composure.
- Good, but not long. If I'm not dizzy today, I do not ever climb into your car.
While doing maneuvers return under applicable law, wanting to make a stop and have a chat with an agent running in the middle of the night, my mind becomes increasingly curious. I expect my friend to reveal why I declined every time I invited him into my car. Short hair gives a benefit that far exceeds its actual age. Now I realize that even his blue shirt sits perfectly, even if seated sitting in an uncomfortable position. Passenger seat can not be given back because of a defect that the older I fix it yet. Therefore, Dalin you can not stretch your legs, and it is quite high. Mystery clothes remain. I all put on me, I look like I'm out with them without doing laundry stop in areas where iron master. But there are others, such as Dalin, outgoing and a perfect swamp immaculate.
I want to challenge:
- Why Dalin? Are you afraid of me? You think I'm a driver so weak?
- Nah ... but I'm scared to drive.
- But why go public transport, if you're afraid?
- It's different buses are great.
- But all cars are.
- It's true. However, they are not afraid. Five years ago I had a nasty accident and since then I can not drive, can not stand even as a passenger in a car driven by someone else. This is the first time you do it.
- And how did you get over your fear this time?
- I do not know, but I feel her. Now the only thing I fear is not my back.
- Do not worry, once you get past it, left behind, I say, beyond a Trabant.
Once you enter the side street we see such dips in the woods. Honestly, it's a little creepy for my soul. The ride starts to become an adventure. The road is wide and well paved. Do not worry. Unfortunately, that feeling over me again, only this time you have to turn left. It's a much smaller street. Over asphalt, only headlamps shed lights along the way. There are many curves and not see very far. Fear begins to find its way into our souls. Strangely, the powerful sound engine we courageous. If we go to the disco for us.
- Where are we going? I hear the voice of my companion, not more powerful than a whisper, or at least so it seems to me. Perhaps he spoke loud enough, but his voice barely slipped through the engine decibels.
- You'll see I say, trying to sound confident.
- But you know you have a problem with the motor plungers, he tells me trying to get out of the unfriendly landscape.
- Yeah ... Housewives beat rugs, cops beat criminals, cleats and beat them, it's the law of nature, I attempt to lighten the mood.
The forest starts after engine temperature I realize that my old lady Gauls do not agree with this rough road that climbs to an unknown destination. I see a retreat on the road and brakes. You must stop here. The engine can not. The car is too hot.
Raise the hood and let the cool night air to caress engine and spark plugs.
Dalin down frightened and looked around.
- Ioane you crazy? What are we doing here, in the woods at the edge of a ravine at this hour?
Take a look around desperately, want to give an answer to please him, but I see something in the drain, something that does not seem to be there. It does not fit with the landscape. Or can I trick the shadows of night. Concern focused there and even when Luna decides to emerge from the clouds and bright light.
There's a wagon broken down and it is clear a body. I do sign my friend.
Now look amazed and realize that a wagon went off the road and overturned in the ditch deep enough. We do not need any guidance. I go first to the person who is stuck under debris cart. It's a woman suffering terribly. Barely has the strength to whisper. I realize you are trying to tell me so I lean over it.
- Are you the angel? she asked.
- Yes, I say without thinking. Why?
- Two hours praying to God to send me an angel to save me and my daughter.
- Where is your face?
- It says she showed me a bundle of clothes a few yards away.
Dalin is fast there is a little baby, just a few months. Live. There seems to be nothing. I do a quick checkup and tell me it's okay. Then go to the mother. A barely out from under those leftovers. Earth and few rocks were involved with the collapse of the entire operation difficult. God, oh that Dalin's doctor. It took almost half an hour until the mother and her daughter were in my car. I arrived at the hospital soon enough. There Dalin asked me:
- Where should we get?
- Where we arrived at the accident.
- She will be fine, but do not last long. If he found one morning it was too late for her.
- I know, I said smiling.
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