I love the fact that I can either save your life or kill you in an instant. The fact that your life is in my hands fascinates me. I have been around for hundreds of years, all in different forms. I have lived in the best of places and in the worst places imaginable. Let me tell you about it.
Jason, a 46 year old mechanic, was working underneath his car, when it suddenly collapsed on him. His screams was agonizing and painful. Blood was gushing all of the place. A lot of people did not think he would make it. It was horrible, just horrible. I was having a quiet night in the drawer of this cabinet in the hospital. I knew that my time was soon to be up. I mean, come on, I have a short shelf life. If I live 3 months, I am an old timer. Well back to the story. They rushed Jason to the emergency room. A whole team of doctors was surrounding him. All I heard was, “we need a 20”gage, stat!” That was my cue. Suddenly the darkness I was so accustomed to disappeared, and now I was surrounded by the bright lights of the arena; in the hands of this prominent surgeon. He stripped me down to almost nothing, and ripped my cap off. He jammed my skinny feet and legs in the weird solution. It gave me a certain time type of rush I had not experienced in a very long time. The solution filled me up so much and so fast, I could barely contain it. He races me across the room, and in a rush, jams my feet into Jason’s skin. I could no longer contain the solution inside of me and suddenly regurgitated it right into Jason’s heart. As quickly as I had released all of this solution, I heard the nurse say, “we got a heartbeat! We got him back!” The doctor breathed a sigh of release. Did he thank me for being there to help save him? Of course not. He discarded me in the red bin, and just walked away. I had served my purpose. My work was done, my life was now over. As much as I matter, I didn’t matter that much. As I headed back to the reincarnation center a.k.a the recycling center, All I could think of was I help save a life today. I do matter.
Then there is Nikki. Nikki is 17 years old. She just dropped out of high school because she wanted to live the fast life, so school was just a mere distraction that needed to be taken away. And she did just that. From that point on, she lived the fast life; fast times, fast boys, and fast drugs. She loved her drugs. In fact, she loved them so much she insisted that I joined her in this lifestyle. One Saturday night, about 11:30, she was at her rocker’s boyfriend’s house. He had brought 2 cases and beer and a stash of heroin for a good time. Nikki was so excited. Like the doctor in Jason’s case, she grabbed me and stripped me down and ripped of my cap like a madman. She puts this powder inside of me, that had a head spinning. She packs it down inside of me and pours a little water in it. Now I am feeling sick. Just like the doctor, she jams me in her arm and I feel a little of her blood mix with all of the other stuff she put inside of me. She forces it out of me so fast, I could barely breathe. But something different happens. She leaves me in her arm. I look up just in time to see her eyes roll back in her head and she falls forward. Before she hits the floor, she is stone cold dead. I am still frightened because I am still in her arm. Her boyfriend looks at her and runs out of house. I am now stuck inside of her and now whenever someone mentions her name, they have me to blame for taking her life.
So what is the moral of this tale? Am I going to be your best friend or your worst enemy? Will you let me pull you from death to will you love me to death? I can’t make that decision for you. I am only the middle man here. I just do as I am told.. (Screen fades to black with a wicked smile on my face…)