-Suicide Trip

    He just lost his girlfriend, his job.  His house is
    a month behind in payments.  He is going to have his
    car taken away also.  He is in the pit of despair.  Life
    doesn't seem to great to him right now.  In his right hand
    is a pistol.  In his left is a pen, furiously writing on
    a pad of paper.  Explaining why he is going to take his
    life.

    Before this day, he life was great.  Better than the
    average man's life.  He could go to work, come home and
    be greeted by his girlfriend.  Have a great dinner, and
    go to bed without a problem.  Now when he goes to bed, he
    looks forward to it.  When asleep he doesn't have to worry
    about the problems.  But recently he has had nightmares.

    Damn!  I am being treated unfairly!

    He works to finish the letter, to explain all of what has
    brought him to this last moment in life.  He put the pen
    down on the table.  And read over the letter, outloud since
    no one was here to listen to him.

"Dear friends/family,

    It comes to this last moment.  When you read this, you will probably
know of my misfortune.  Just days ago, you could call me the luckiest man
in the world, or at least on of them.  Now I have nothing.  This house I
am in isn't even going to be mine in just a little amount of time.  When
I die, I will solve my problems.  Right there and then, the house is paid
for.  I don't have to worry about my girlfriend.  I don't have to take the
car to the dealer to return.  I don't have to go to court.  All problems will
just be solved.

    Days ago I wouldn't even think of killing myself.  I would most likely be
at my job right now, getting ready to come home.   Looking forward to dinner
on the table, watch the monday night football, and so on.  After words, I go
to bed, not looking forward to it because I want to enjoy my life more.  Now I
want to go to bed, now I want to sleep forever.

    Do not feel sorry for me.  I found a simple solution to a complex problem,
and I will not have to worry about it no more.  When my soul leaves my body, I
will be in the dreamland that people talk of so often.

    Please extend my love to everyone, I wish not to hurt them, but this is the
only option I am left with.

                                                    Love,
                                                    Robbert J. Coleman"


    He picks the gun up.  Looks at it.  If he is going to kill himself, he has
to at least be ready.  One simple shot to his head, and he was relieved.

    "Come on!  Now is not the time to back out!"

    He reassured himself, that he will be free, and lifted the gun to his head,
just one tear forming in one of his eyes.  How many tears would he force others
to shed?  How many people will he hurt?  He will leave the ones he loved.  He
can't do this.

    "I have to face it all, it will all end, things must turn out for the
better, even if I see them dismal now."

    Still trying to tell himself why he should do this, he finds himself putting
the gun onto the table.  More than one tear now, he realizes that he must find
a way to live with it.  He starts a fire, in the fire place of course.  And puts
the note in the fire.  He might have made himself stay in hell, but hell will
freeze over sooner or later.

    -MistaWho-