It has been several years now, still more questions than answers when you think about grim reaper and his noose.
He was a good guy. The last person you’d think could ever be stressed. He also knew how to turn everything into something to smile and laugh about. Then one day, something snapped. He climbed to the top floor of a eight story building and jump he did.
When we all met, no one seemed to understand how such a jovial soul would do such a deed. The people who were always pessimistic with a dim view of the future, the ones we were always worried about never hurt themselves not even a little prick. Maybe they all needed our equal love and concern. But how could you tell under the mask of happiness on his face?
Grim reaper still has a noose 😔
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He was 11 years old. His parents were having issues. He would wonder why this was happening to him. Why was his family the one to break? His father and mother never openly disagreed infront of him. They would attend family functions together and the outside world saw them as a happy family. But in the confines of the four walls of their house, they were all lonely inside. They felt like they were in small jail cells. These cells would be broken when they had guests and other family members visit, you could see the teary eyes when those visits came to an end. They would wish the stay could have been extend even for a day, because the house seemed to large empty and haunting. Everyone would be doing their own thing. Was he the cause of all this trouble? Once in a while he would catch his mother crying, when she thought he had gone out to play. He would go and lock himself in his bedroom and ask God why this was happening and if he would ever see a semblance of happiness in his family. One day she quarelled him and he felt this overwhelming feeling that he couldn’t take it anymore. He went and mixed a concotion of pestiscide and fruit juice and drank it all up. He then went to his bedroom and lied down to wait for his death to come. He reckoned death would bring eternal peace as they wrote in that obituary section of the papers. After thirty minutes he started feeling dizzy and a sharp pain coming from his stomach. He felt a huge need to vomit and quickly rushed to the toilet. He vomited a dark concotion with a mixture of blood. He felt all weak and wondered whether this was death coming. He started feeling regret and made a quick prayer to God, to save him this one time. His mother found him with vomit in his mouth and unflushed toilet full of a mixture of pestiscide and blood with a putrid smell. She quickly carried him to the car and called his father as she drove crazily to the hospital.
He had attained gastrointestinal burns due to the corrosive nature of the pesticide and had to be put on drip for quite a while. When his father came he went over to his mother and as they watched over him. They wondered silently, if they had caused all this? Where had they gone wrong as parents. Some questions had no answers really…
As they all thanked the Lord for his mercies, they well understood that the Grim reaper almost had a noose…
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I couldn’t bring myself to narrate the third and fourth occasions Grim Reaper had a noose, as they are still fresh and baffling. Â What makes people take their own lives. What are the signs and symptoms? Are there remedies?
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