03/06/2020 4:59 p.m.
I was reading a thriller, crime, mystery book earlier today.
Dust to Dust, written by Tami Hoag.
The first chapter caught me completely off guard and I cannot even express how appalled I was by this.
"It is stunning how quickly it happens. How little time it takes to go from trouble to tragedy. Seconds. Mere seconds without air and the brain begins to shut down. No time to struggle. No time to panic even.
Like a boa constrictor choking the life from its prey, the noose tightens and tightens. It makes no difference what thoughts explode in the brain... The commands don't make it down the neural pathways to the muscles of the arms. Coordination is gone.
The sturdy rope makes a tearing sound as the weight of his body stretches it. The beam creaks.
His body turns slightly this way and that. The arms pull upward in hideous, slow-motion spasms. A macabre marionette's dance - arms moving up and down; hands twitching, twisting, bending; fingers curling. The knees try to draw upward, then straighten again. Posturing: a sign of brain damage.
The eerie contortions go on and on. The seconds stretch as the death dance continues. A minute. Two. Four. The rope and beam creak in the otherwise silent room. The eyes are open but vacant. Mouth moves in a final, futile gasp for air. The most acute, exquisite split second of life: the final heartbeat before death.
And then it is over.
At last.
The flash explodes in a brilliant burst of white light and the scene is frozen in time."
To read about how terrifyingly simple it is for life and its essence to slip through our hands as such makes me appreciate life even more. I think that every earthling brought into this world is a warrior and a fighter, just that most of us have not yet figure out how to channel the inner power we all possess to impact the world, to leave our mark.
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