7/5/2023
What a shitty day.
We’re on our way to Dallas. After driving through a town in arkansas, we noticed a woman’s body partly covered with tarp. She was lying face down with her arm extended, her palm flat on the ground. The jet black hair from the back of her head. The officials on scene tried concealing the incident with a curtain of tarp, but did a half ass job. Everyone could see her on the other side of traffic. The dumb fucking officials have no respect at all. My friend was traumatized and couldn’t stop thinking about how her skin was ashen and gray. He’d never seen that before, but it sent him into deep thought. It made me a little angrier at the world.
It was strange how there weren’t any crashed cars or pieces of plastic stretched across the highway. We wondered if it was a pedestrian. It wasn’t. It was a girl that jumped from a really high bridge. She commit suicide. Somebody said they were on the bridge when they saw her jumping. Another said their 16 year old stopped to help and stayed long enough to talk with the girl’s parents. There was a lot of guilt in these conversations. You could feel it. I left out our story. If only a prayer was enough to reach the girl that felt this helpless, the person driving the car in that moment, her family that lost someone they loved and cared about, The ones who witnessed it. So many lives changed today. The thunder’s rolling in tonight.
Deliver her soul safely, God. Wherever she wants to be. Don’t steal anything else from her.