The Future


the future


Harry awoke from his stupor, realizing he had not yet left for a better place. Patrice and the kids stood by his bedside, crying, except for Jack, the youngest, who had not spoken since his dad was bitten. It was Fathers’ Day.

The doctors made it clear from the beginning that only three or four people of record had ever survived rabies without timely treatment. The vaccine had been administered much too late.

Harry glanced quickly passed his family. He thought only of the good times he experienced in life. Marriage, births, family dinners, and parties flashed quickly through his blurred mental visions. He saw no vacations, but only work, work, work. He reflected upon how dedicated he had been to his corporate employer, though he was unsure as to the reasons. He made good money, but was not certain it was worth the days and years. He exchanged many hours for dollars.

The good man and loyal father peered through the window pane a little more clearly than he had in three days, wondering if he was experiencing his final sunrise. His focus was abruptly interrupted, as the doctor burst into the hospital room, but Harry did not see the collateral commotion usually associated with a code red. He closed his eyes and listened.

The doctor confirmed the test results, as Patrice collapsed into her chair, clutching their one-year old. “Unbelievable!” he shouted. "You are the first in the state to beat this affliction with treatment administered so late. You will make a complete recovery.”

Even before he could utter a word or look at his family, Harry pondered the remainder of his life. He did have a choice.

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  1. Why do we need to go to the brink to see this sort of thing?

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    1. Robin: I am not sure. However, I am lucky that I saw it when my children were young.

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  2. Yay, he'll live! When I was reading this and read bitten, I was surprised, as my first thought was werewolves or vampires, lol! And I totally did not take you for the type to write about those two creatures. =) Yikes, rabies.

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    1. Leandra: Oh yeah. That would not be me at all. Also, rabies are scarier than vampires and werewolves.

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  3. This is the second story within a month about rabies. Hmm.

    This is why I paint/ draw/ do SOMETHING artistic every day. This is why I call mi Mama daily. I never want to look back on my life and regret I didn't do enough of what I enjoy and enjoy those that I love.

    I already have a couple of regrets of not loving enough...being there enough. Hope Harry takes his second chance.

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    1. A-M: The rabies are just coincidental. As for regrets, anyone who calls mom daily should have none. Finally, love is a two-way street.

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  4. Of course he does! No one lies on what he thought was his death bed and wishes he could have worked more. Nice piece of writing JJ

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    1. Linda: Absolutely right. I learned that lesson long ago.

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  5. Staring death in the face can teach us a harsh lesson about the important things in life. There's something about seeing time running out that makes us more acutely aware of how well we spent... or wasted... the time we had. The man in your story is fortunate to have another chance to get it right.

    Well-written, JJ!

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    1. Susan: It is unfortunate that this little fictional tale comes true for many people.

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  6. This is a real eye opener for many people who live with regrets. There's no time like the present to reach out to our families. Excellent story, JJ!

    Julie

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    1. Julie: So many people have regrets as they age. What they never realize is that they actually have a choice.

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