You can’t turn on your
    tv, without seeing some poor
    bloodspattered doctor, wiping   
    her face, complaining about her
    sex life. Usually
    they are running down the hallways,
    pushing a wheeled stretcher
    with some dying person bouncing along.
    Last week, a friend of mine, an older gent
    collapsed in a church. An ambulance came
    and rushed in.
    The congregation prayed ave marias for him
    the doctors pushed the man, a 230 pound
    mass of weight, towards the stretcher. I knelt
    I was not prepared to cry. I was not scared
    I was not worried. I
    had kept my composure. but I watched as
    seven strong men and women surrounded him
    and felt the held breath as they pushed, shoved
    yanked him onto the stretcher. I watched this
    this fall from grace. this less than romantic moment
    and I sobbed.
    I couldn’t watch them wheel him out.