Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

The TaXi Driver

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

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