First Moment
Blessed is today with the air so clear as I step on board and we head down our normal route. As we stop I notice my co-worker get on the bus and she sits down next to me. I know it’s silly but I feel almost as though she’s the daughter I never had. Don’t get me wrong, I love my two boys at home, but I’ve always wanted a girl in the house. I know my wife would agree with me on that too. She’s one of the newest employees and we’re all trying to make her feel like a part of the family at work. We are talking about our week so far, I feel guilty that it’s Thursday and I’m only now talking with her, as we both stop to mention the playground up ahead where there always are fifteen kids playing this time of the day.
It’s turning out to be a great day and she tells me that she never expected or thought she could feel so at home somewhere after only a couple weeks as she has with our company. That really warmed my heart to hear how she enjoyed working there.
Second Moment
You hear yelling, quickly turning to look towards the back. Your eyes close to avoid the reality of what your heart knows to be true. You feel an instant shock run through you body as you turn back around and then nothing, lying limp the moment after the explosion from the back of your bus.
Third Moment
People who were in the bus have been thrown to the street in parts small enough to fit into tupperware and while others still stuck inside the bus like Mr. Tabory. He’s still in his seat, or what’s left of him. Now the only recognizable part of him is he right leg, which was shielded from the blast. He’s hunched over forward unrecognizable as a person. The medics are trying to assess if all his limbs are attached or if they will have to find some of him off the street.
The force of the blast tore the skin right off Mr. Taborys’ back as well as shattered the bone structure causing him to drape over the railing in front of him like a rag doll while looking as if he were a blood soaked torn and tattered towel slowly dripping onto the twisted steel frame of the bus, a pool of bright red growing ever larger between his feet. The sounds of all the people around screaming in anguish and yelling orders mixed with sirens hurried foot steps is only drowned out by the sight he has become.
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The western media has refused to play this video. I watched it and was taken back by it just as much as I was watching the plot unfold on September 11th. It’s very graphic and I honestly don’t encourage you to watch it. Only if you feel like you need to, it’s 60 megs and the site isn’t always up. It’s put out there by the Israeli Government’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The name in this is made up, sorry for any association if there is one.
God Bless,
~paul