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100 Unexpected Tales
Tale Ten:
Breathe Again
"Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure."
-Oprah Winfrey
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The rhythmic beeping had become a comfort to Craig Tucker.
In the silence of the sterile hospital room, the rhythmic beeping reminded Craig that there was still life in there. Still life in him.
There had been a point in time when that thought sent shivers down his spine.
Life had seemed insignificant, menial, a tedious chore at that time. When he was left alone.
When he died.
But that was years ago, and Craig Tucker has accepted this chore like he accepted his past jobs, like he accepted his school work, like he accepted the tubes keeping him breathing.
Beep. Beep.
The rhythmic beeping reminded Craig that he was still breathing. That he had to keep breathing for him.
Breathing had once seemed insignificant, menial, a tedious chore.
But Craig Tucker has accepted breathing, as well.
Beep.
The rhythmic beeping tells Craig that his time is being monitored now.
The systematic IV drops, the routine check-ins by the nurse, the idle tick of the clock, the rhythmic beeping. All monitored, timed, planned.
Craig waits for the monitored, timed, planned moment when the beeping will stop.
He waits patiently because he knows.
He knows that the insignificant, menial, tedious chores of life and breathing will stop.
And when they stop he will see him one last time.
And then he'll breathe again.
The beeping stops.