Life After Death
As the irritating, yet monotonous beeps of the life-monitor in the
emergency room began to slowly die away, George struggled to hang on. It's not
my time yet, he thought. Please, give me just one more day? The beeps soon
became increasingly far in between, while the doctors frantically bustled on in
a futile attempt to stabilize the dying man like a bunch of panicking bees
trying to save their doomed hive from a pouring rain. The world turned hazy,
then completely dark, as George felt himself slowly floating into the darkness.
He flew and flew without end. Then there was the light - that infamous "light
at the end of the tunnel." (Randles 2) It gave out a strange, comforting warmth
that enveloped him, easing his fears and relieving all doubts. George somehow
knew what to do - to just let go. He felt quite at home.
Back on earth, the rhythmic, mechanical beeps suddenly turned into a
solid, continuous high E, signaling the end. George was about to cross over.
Being bathed in the strangely comforting light, he was soon greeted by his long-
lost friends and relatives, beckoning for him to come, come join them. George
wanted to stay. More than anything he cared for, George wanted to stay right
here, basking in the light of love. But he felt something pull him back. Wait,
not yet, he thought. It's not my time yet... The next moment, George was
somehow reunited with his physical body, lying on that uncomfortable hospital
bed, amidst the doctors sighing in relief, surrounded no longer by that soft
glow, but again by that rhythmic beep, beep, beep?
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