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EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON

I used to think that I was immortal that death could never touch me but then death seemed to surround me, to violently embrace me and hurt me yet teach me at the same time. The concept of death was a thing of movies and video games to me, I never encountered it until my first pet died when I was a child. I took it very hard this loss of my beloved friend and it frustrated me so much that I couldn't do anything about it, that I couldn't and wouldn't see that life ever again. As I grew and pets faded away my family began to die of natural causes and even suicide. I felt so helpless in the shadow of this unknown and I was so very afraid but then I met this gentle old man who shed new light on the subject.

I had just lost someone very, very close to my heart to suicide and was mad at God, the world, the powers that be, the doctors and most of all myself. I ran, just ran until I couldn't breathe I felt like my lungs were on fire then I ran some more, straight into traffic without a care and without any fear for my life, a car almost hit me and I felt so alive. As I rested on a bench at a park I began to ask myself what is the point of life if it only leads to death and why should I carry on anymore? The answer came to me immediately it was not in my mind but from an old man that I hadn't noticed was sitting across from me on a bench.

"To live, to learn, to experience" he said.

I jumped up startled and angry I yelled at him "You have no idea what it's like" I suddenly stopped screaming when I noticed that this man was old and frail, he sat on the bench with his walker at hand, an oxygen tank hung from its side and a long tube led to a mask that hung from his neck. I suddenly felt very embarrassed and realized that this man understood more than I could ever know. I apologized and he just smiled there was a glint of glorious mischief in his eyes, his smile was infectious and I soon found a smile was stretching my face.

"I am such an idiot" I thought to myself he then replied "No you're not you are just young and misunderstand the gifts that have been given to you"

"What gifts?" I snapped my smile turning to a snarl and that is when I realized that I hadn't said that out loud, come to think of it he answered my thoughts that first time as well.

"How did you do that?" I asked him.

"Do what?" was his reply he smiled again and the glint in his eye sparkled like a star which gave me a shiver up my spine, not a scary shiver but a warm comforting

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