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His disgust began to revamp into feeling of pity. The annoyance he felt earlier disappeared at once and hot tears started cascading from his red eyes which have seen nothing but myriads of tragedy in the past two years. Tragedies that almost stole his sanity away from him. It had been three years and even till now he could still hear the agonising scream of his wife and their son of seven years as they burned helplessly in the fire. The mysterious fire that had engulfed his house while he was at work. That black day still haunt him tormentingly.
There was never a second in life when he did not blame himself; he could have left work earlier, he could have driven faster than he did that evening, he could have been able to kick the jammed door with more tenacity, he could have done better to save them. Tori, his wife died instantly while trapped in the fire, Sean, his little son made it to the hospital but also gave up the ghost four days later due to severe burn complications. The little boy had been a fighter, he did not let go of precious life so easily, if only he could have been somewhat persistent like his son. Jim would always wallow in the abyss of his blames.
Now, here was Mrs. Daniel, his neighbour, a single mother of two girls who lost her husband, a soldier, in a peacekeeping mission in Somalia a long time ago, crying her eyes out right in front of him. He had done all he could to pacify her. It was getting late but he understood too well the feeling of losing someone dear. Mrs. Daniel's first daughter lay in the hospital bed dying of cancer. The doctor said she would be fine after an operation of Fifteen thousand Dollars. Mrs. Daniel had not that amount of money. She worked only as a janitor in a high school in the neighbourhood. The same high school Gloria, her dying daughter attended. She had been everywhere for help but her status would just not get her the hell she needed, not even the bank was gracious enough to give a loan. Lawyer Jim was her last resort.
'Help me, save my child. Please, please'
She begged amidst profuse sobbing.
That was the umpteenth time he would be hearing that from her. He had grown weary of telling he had no money and can't help her. Her importunity which set him off the rails at first had now gotten the soft side of him. He had no money, if only she could understand. Ever since he had his own portion of the tragedy, he has never been the same, even his law firm suffered the sharp blades of the aftermath. Clients started thinking of him as a disordered. He could not bring himself to blame them, he really was not himself, he knew deep down.
'Ok, Mrs Daniel, I'll help you. I'll do anything I can. Your child will live.'
He forced those words of assurance out of himself with great empathy. He knew better what it was like to lose a child. He had lost his and even with his wife.
He was not a saint nor a superhero but he was not callous enough to wish a fellow human the same pain he had gone through. He would help her anyway, money would not stand in the way. He would do what had to be done.
'Thank you, Jim. Thank you.'
The next morning in a supermarket, a figure of a masked man lay mortally wounded. His grip on the gun was lost amidst the wailing sound of the police siren and the castigating voices of onlookers.
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As soon as the first bullet darted in his back, his gun dropped to the floor and he held tightly to the man he was robbing and compelling to transfer the sum of fifteen thousand dollars to a patient's account.
'I'm sorry for coming with a gun, just help save a life, please.'
He said.
The victim had been stunned and moved to pity with just the short encounter he had with his assailant.
'Stop, he is not a criminal!'
The victim's protest to the police fell into futility as another bullet sunk into Jim's back and he finally slumped.
'I have done that, I will help your child, I promise.'
The victim said to Jim with tears in his eyes.
'Someone call an ambulance, please!'
Jim drowned in his thoughts. He had right his wrongs. He could not be a hero for Tori and Sean, at least he had saved a life even at the expense of his own. He was leaving the world of man, the cruel world of man that offers no justice, no pity, no equity and zero empathy. And of course, he already knew what the newspaper headlines of the next day would look like:
BEREFT LAWYER SHOT DEAD WHILE ROBBING SUPERMARKET.
It no longer mattered to him, now, he would be reunited with his wife and son in a better place and that was all that mattered.
A smile came upon his dying face, he had been able to raise the funds for Mrs. Daniel's dying daughter. His last wish on earth had been granted. With sweet soothing satisfaction, he let out his last fleet of breath.
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