Kali

It was in the infant stages of summer when me and my good friend were taking a break from summer school to go pay a ticket at the Fayetteville DPS. Great break right. As I was looking for the water fountain in the waiting area, the phone rang and told us that our good friend, Kali, had been in a horrible accident. Her suburban was on its way to Florida with six other friends. The driver fell asleep and hit the guard rail, flipping the SUV on its side and throwing the un-seat belted passengers anywhere it pleased. I could not believe what I was hearing. I immediately said a couple of prayers and then summoned everyone I knew to prayer through text messages. We met up with Kali’s best friends and embraced each other. Out of the car of seven, three died on the spot and the rest were taken to the ICU. We painstakingly found out that Kali was in critical condition with a fractured skull and bleeding on her brain. What a shot. A good friend whom I had hung out with not more that a couple of weeks ago was hanging on by a thread. My heart went out to her two best friends who we were trying to console helplessly. It was finally stated that she was stable, but in an induced coma. Things had been looking up and she was becoming more and more stable. Prayers continued. A few days later, I was hanging in my hammock on a sunny day when I got the call that she had died. My throat swelled and cut off any moisture from getting to my mouth. I just lied there in the hammock and looked up, trying to figure out Gods so-called perfect plan. Why the progress? Why the tease? Those kind of questions never seem to be answered.