Let me tell you a story about a Portuguese kid named Zé born in France, a boy that after passing through rows of cars in fire and bullets that didnt discriminate neutral or foe at the lower places of France came to Portugal in search of studies, with few besides his will to make something out of nothing.
He started working where I worked for a short amount of time and rapidly became a bud. (it was funny to make fun of his French accent). He told me he had family in a town 20 Km north from here called Viana. He was finishing his university studies, he had to give up from where I worked because he hadnt time to study and his notes where quickly descending. He got another work doing part-time and studying in Burger King. By the way he had a motorcycle and he used it when he had to travel to Viana, he once told to a friend of mine that he would never separate from it. He was finally getting his break to go to a place where he could help junkies, poor people and others in need, what he already did in France. Later he said he would sell his motorcycle for a good price. Everything was going for the best.
Today a friend gave me a new that struck me He died, doing his normal path to encounter his family in Viana, in a car accident he was about 23, last time I was with him he was smiling, today hes dead relatively he didnt matter to no one apart his group of acquaintances. He was accomplishing his goals until he was harvested by Death, from 5 years from now most likely only his parents will really feel his loss, but now hes just a memory, its strange to realize that a person may be so important to some people yet to others just another human dont know, weird to put this in words I would apreciate if you could spare some words about the individuals temporary passage, living so that one day you may die. Remember that your life may end today, goodnight.
He started working where I worked for a short amount of time and rapidly became a bud. (it was funny to make fun of his French accent). He told me he had family in a town 20 Km north from here called Viana. He was finishing his university studies, he had to give up from where I worked because he hadnt time to study and his notes where quickly descending. He got another work doing part-time and studying in Burger King. By the way he had a motorcycle and he used it when he had to travel to Viana, he once told to a friend of mine that he would never separate from it. He was finally getting his break to go to a place where he could help junkies, poor people and others in need, what he already did in France. Later he said he would sell his motorcycle for a good price. Everything was going for the best.
Today a friend gave me a new that struck me He died, doing his normal path to encounter his family in Viana, in a car accident he was about 23, last time I was with him he was smiling, today hes dead relatively he didnt matter to no one apart his group of acquaintances. He was accomplishing his goals until he was harvested by Death, from 5 years from now most likely only his parents will really feel his loss, but now hes just a memory, its strange to realize that a person may be so important to some people yet to others just another human dont know, weird to put this in words I would apreciate if you could spare some words about the individuals temporary passage, living so that one day you may die. Remember that your life may end today, goodnight.
