FIRST RESPONSE

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I sit and look across the lake.  Lights are beautiful.  I snap a still.  Then decide to do a video.  Beautiful as it whirls…..

What’s happening?  The ferris wheel crumples to the ground.

“Oh, Wow, what a shot! Reporters will want this for sure!”

Suddenly I’m ashamed of my first response.  I question, “What is my reason for gawking at a traffic accident, running to a fire, watching to see where the emergency vehicle is going?”

“Oh God, forgive me.  Help me to always have a first response to cry out to you for the victims of tragic accidents.”

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One hundred word fiction for Friday Fictioneers challenge by Rachelle. https://rochellewisoff.com/        PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 

 

 

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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26 Responses to FIRST RESPONSE

  1. neilmacdon says:

    And yet, that is often the first reaction of a professional. Well told

  2. joyroses13 says:

    Whenever my Aunt would hear the siren of an ambulance she would send up a prayer. I have tried to do the same. Good story!

    • oneta hayes says:

      May your prayers be answered. In real life I practice that but there is a fascination and curiosity that grabs at me. I am astounded at the people who will stop and take pictures at the expense of valuable time which might help the victims, sometimes even plugging up traffic which makes emergency less efficient.
      .

  3. Jelli says:

    A beautiful story that is all too truthful to human reactions.

  4. Dale says:

    It is a truth. Adn yet, we do need those reporters to keep us abreast of what’s going on… then again, maybe we don’t really…

    Well done, Oneta!

  5. grAnnie Roo says:

    I long for the days of Walter Cronkite, Chet & David when there was actual reporting instead of paparazzi telling us what we should think. Excellent work here, Oneta.

  6. Faye says:

    A gripping piece of writing. profound reflection on where morality and compassion has given way to sensationalism and selling air time or papers in our societies. Excellent reflective. Thank you.

  7. msjadeli says:

    a beautiful stream of consciousness tale with a lesson

  8. granonine says:

    I won’t slow and gawk. I may have to slow if the traffic control makes that necessary, but I will not rubberneck someone else’s tragedy. I am not trained in any way to be of help, unless someone needs comfort. That, I will do. But I totally understand your character’s reaction, and often wonder how much easier it would be for the medics, etc. if people would simply keep moving and stay out of the way.

  9. Abhijit Ray says:

    You are right. It is a dilemma should one shoot photo during disaster or run to help. Many argue, helping is professional’s job and vital information may be lost if everyone runs over the site of accident. But, what about those crying out in pain? Should we let them suffer to their fate?

  10. The world taints our reactions—sad to say. Love the prayer, and I trust that God heard it. ❤️

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