The Saddest Last Words

Bob never saw it coming. He was walking home from the corner grocery store when the thug appeared before him, quick as lightening, and menacingly demanded he hand over his wallet and whatever was in the plastic bag. Bob hesitated just long enough to make the thief nervous. The assailant’s first blow was strong enough to knock him over, but the attacker was not satisfied with that, he continued to beat Bob until he went unconscious. When Bob woke up, he was lying in a pool of blood, his wallet missing along with the sack containing his recent purchase of bread and milk. He attempted to lift himself up from the cement, but everything just kept spinning. His eyes focused on the face of a woman who extended her hand to help him up, it was useless; he was too weak. “I’m a gonna call you an ambulance,” the woman said as she reached for her phone. Suddenly Bob’s body jolted up and he managed to stabilize himself on his elbow. “Oh no!” he cried, “Do not call an ambulance!” “What?” the lady asked incredulously, “You definitely need one!” “No!” Bob insisted as he sank back down, “I do not want to go to the hospital!” “But why not?” asked the lady. “Because”, Bob started to weakly explain, “If I go to the hospital, they are probably going to hurt me, and then they are going to send me a big fat bill that I can’t pay.” “You see, none of this was my fault!” “I was just going to the store for a few groceries, and some guy attacked me.” “Find him and make him go to the hospital because it is all his fault!!” “But sir,” the woman calmly tried to reason with him, “Your attacker is not the one that is dying, you are!” “It’s not my fault… it’s not my fault… it’s not my fault…” these were Bob’s final words as he lie on the cold concrete and let his life slip away.

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