The Ambulance

Two car drivers slam their car doors shut and have their faces red with rage as they start screaming at each other. It does not occur to them that they will regret this incident later onwards- the dent on their cars seems the most important at this very moment. At first their fight seems to lack the violence element, but then it starts. One of the drivers pushes the other, asking him why he didn’t learn to drive properly before causing the dent on his car. The other falls on the side of the road, and then he feels the sudden warmth of the blood on his forehead. Injured, but also slightly amazed at this turn of events, from words to actual physical violence, he gets up and his surprise turns to anger; but not the same kind. It is more than the initial anger, now uncontrollable as he can no longer hold it back. They forget the petty reason which forced them to reach this stage of their argument, only concentrating on trying to teach each other a “lesson”. This temporary anger gets the better of them than their educated minds; and finally their bitter words and rude gestures are being heard and seen by nearly every one on the street.

Cars behind them honk and people continuously check the time on their watches, worry apparent from their faces. Although they wish that the drivers stop arguing, not even one of them try to find a solution to the problem. No, in this particular sequence of events, things are not that fortunate.

Behind the cars is an ambulance whose siren has been ringing for the past twenty minutes. The patient inside takes his last breaths with a final thought, I could have lived if road rage wasn’t a problem. Then his time stops. The beat of his heart first goes slower and then comes to a complete halt. He lets go of the photograph of his family in his hand and the world in front of him fades to a complete white, the sounds fading away. Soon, it will be discovered that if he reached the hospital even five minutes earlier, he would have been alive.

But admist all this anger and ignorance on the streets, we do not find a single soul who is concerned.


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