Unexpected Encounters and Life's Surprises, A story

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You know how it is when you believe the worst is behind you already? Life then says, just hold my beer. You simply know that the worst part of your life's narrative is about to take on yet another hue. Up until late last night, I believed that I had experienced the worst suffering imaginable. At twenty-one minutes to twelve, my phone rang. Just as I was heading back from my nightly stroll, I received a text message that caused me to become distracted from the approaching car. As a result, I was surprised to hear the tire of the car screaming. After all, who goes by themselves in the dark?

As usual, the neighborhood was completely dark, save for the faint glow cast by the sluggish stars and weary moon. Our street light had been out of commission for an eternity, despite their repeated promises to fix it in exchange for votes as election season approached. Their rationale is that not many cars use this route, hence it is never at the top of their list of priorities. I saw a car in this area of the town yesterday, therefore it appears that it was a blue moon. And a Mercedes too, although a wreck. I took interest in the scene and stepped forward to see more. I had what I needed and wasn't in a rush to get home.

I had gone for a long stroll in the rain earlier, trying to hide my tears and broken heart from the downpour. Even though I detested the rain, I was giving it an opportunity to show me—for once—that something or someone may be on my side. Instead, it gave me a tremendous surprise. I was not afraid I would catch a cold, but I was worried about anyone who was deemed reasonable and would be driving in such bad weather. That night, I headed toward the car in search of a better tale because, for the first time, I felt relieved and thought maybe I wasn't the only one struggling with the trash life keeps throwing at me.

My blood began to race with adrenaline as I looked over at the abandoned automobile on the side of the road; it was now completely upside down, and there were broken glasses everywhere. I called 911 right away, thinking I would get a response, but it went directly to voicemail. even yet I doubt that our nation even has it. I took a step forward to look at the person or people inside the car. There was just a lone dude. He appeared incoherent.

"Mister Man," Am I audible? Along with shaking him, I yelled. He turned around unexpectedly. With his face heavily bruised, the seatbelt was securing his neck. There was a chance he was Lucifer, or that creature I dreamed about in my childhood. Even though he was heavy, I managed to pull him outside after attempting to open the door and remove him from the wrecked automobile. I merely sat by his side, placing him on the empty road since I had nowhere else to go. His death seemed imminent to me, fearing that help would not arrive in time.

You may probably guess what he did when I told him I didn't know what to do for him. He chuckled. The fact that you discovered me and allowed me to share my final moments with someone is enough of a miracle, he remarked, laughing in my face. I believed I would pass away alone and in the cold. When considering such a sad scenario, why are you thinking positively? What? While I sat with him, my mind was racing. In any case, he was aware of my presence.

Tell me about yourself. Why do you stand here in the cold by yourself?

To be continued....

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