The Stampede is coming to a close. The stampede parties only have today and tomorrow to round up the remainder of the drunks, the whores and the try-hards... The party that happens daily across the street from my office will soon come to an end aswell. Unfortunately it was the party was also the end for a 22 year man, the son of my partners co-worker. His cell phone rang and as he walked away to answer it, the mechanical bull started its gyrating for the drunk and obnoxious crowd one more time... this time the bull hit the young man in the head - throwing him to the ground and leaving him brain dead. I understand that the family has made the unbelieveably difficult choice of taking him off of Life Support. What would you do? When would you do it? How would you know that you made the right choice? Would you wait for that miracle? Do you believe in miracles as much as bad luck?
I'm not certain what I would do. I know that there are flukes of luck - good and bad... it just seems horribly tragic that so many are so careless and so unconcerned for others and all in the name of a good time. Why wasn't the area roped off so that people weren't struck? Why does a "fun" game need to have such force that it could strike a grown man and throw him with such force as to kill him? Why does shit like this happen every year at the stampede? Last year I seem to recall two others that broke their necks on the mechanical bull ride... a lives in wheelchairs for a 2 min joy ride in front of a bunch of drunk strangers...
Hmmm... puts things in perspective sometimes doesn't it?
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