This is a story just for the thought of it..
Every Wednesday night, for the past few months I worked the night shift at nursing home by the beach. There was this one old light skin lady who was the best there is there. She would wait for me before going to sleep, or tell me the stories of her being in world war one and how brave she was with her husband before her time has come. I always tried my best to make her smile so she wouldn't feel like she would die in her sleep without one. One night when she went to sleep, I looked over at the window, opening it feeling the nice warm mix sea winds on my face. She gently surprised me when she walked up to the window and said. "You know dear.. I never told him.. that I forgave him.. before he died in the war…. I wish I could've told him that, all the fighting.. came to a peace… and I forgive him for his sacrifice…" placing her back in bed, I walked out onto the beach and sat in the sand. Watching what seemed to be a man right in the water, drowning, shaking I ran in with my clothes on, and pulled him out, he was light and cold, I gave him my jacket. Asking if he was ok? He said yes, thank you. And just sat there, I didn't feel the urge to move but to sit there with him. He looked really young, about my age, 30. And we just stared into the water. Silence felt like an hour before he said. "Do you think I made the right choices… if I didn't pull the trigger.. would she be happier knowing that I was a coward?" He looked down at his wet clothes. And with a pat on his back i said.
"Life is confusing, but if your choice was to make her happy, than it was all worth the ride"
He nodded to me and thank me. It got late, so I wished him well, leaving my jacket with him. Next Wednesday, walking into her bedroom she looked out to the window and turned with a smile on her face. "Thank you.. he finally went to the other side" she held up my jacket
Submitted April 14, 2019 at 09:43PM by BladeLover19