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The TaXi Driver
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We live on the fourth floor,
so you can imagine what
happened next. My son bent
a little too far over the edge
and he fell. In all honesty,
it would have been better
if he had just died. It would
have been better for him
and for everyone else. The
doctors said it was a miracle
he survived, and that we had
God to thank. But what kind
of life do you have if you just
sit in a wheelchair all day and
can’t even move your hands
or feet?My son is 21yearsold
and he’s a vegetable. Every
time I feed himwith that little
spoon of his, I think about
how much better it would
have been if it had all ended
for him on that Thursday. I’m
being completely honest.
It’s probably wrong for me
to think it but it’s what I’m
feeling.That’swhyIdon’tstay
around the house anymore. I
leave in the morning. I come
back at night. I can’t stand to
see him like that. My wife
quit her job and now stays
home to take care of him.
That’s no way to live.
After the accident Bobby
pretty much disappeared.
Some friend. He not only
didn’tcomevisitmysoninthe
hospital, but he didn’t even
ask about him the few times
we did run in to each other.
When we brought my son
home, he asked us to invite
Bobby over so they could
watch TV together. My son
is such a good boy. He never
showed hatred for that little
punk, Bobby, even though it
was his fault entirely that my
son fell out that window. We
never once scolded Bobby
for what he did. Honestly,
we didn’t! He had no reason