In the dead of night on a country road, a car rested on its roof with its wheels still spinning. A boy lay motionless on the ground, thrown from the vehicle, blood trickling slowly from his nose. Would he die? A gentle drizzle fell causing steam to rise from the car engine. No one saw!
The voice of compassion spoke. “Don’t let him die. He is too young. He has so much to offer the world. Don’t let him die”.
The greedy voice of death answered “HE IS MINE”
Compassion spoke again “The boy is good. He worships God. He will be a great man one day”
Death answered “NO HE IS MINE”
“Take me instead” Compassion said
“YOU ARE NO USE TO ME, YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD” Death answered.
Compassion was clever, she argued with death all through the night, the boy still breathed as his fate was decided. Death was distracted.
Daylight broke and the boy stirred. Death grew bored, but compassion remained.
A rumbling thunder echoed in Death’s brain and called to him. Where should he go next? There was a train crash in Japan, a mining accident in South Africa. So many places he needed to be. The boy stirred again, but death ignored him, bored with the boy.
He looked at Compassion with distaste. Take your boy, I will fill my net elsewhere! Compassion smiled, her work here was done.
The boy sat up and rubbed his head. “Who’s there?” he asked.
A car approached and stopped at the scene. His father got out. “Son I have been worried about you all night. Thank God you are safe”
As they hugged, he called an ambulance. Another soul was saved.