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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "It's No Use Crying over Spilt Milk" (without using the actual phrase or literal exampl (02/07/08)
TITLE: Frank’s Pity Party
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â€śNothing but bad news.â€ť
â€śWhat are you mumbling about, Frank?â€ť
â€śWell, when youâ€™ve finished mumbling about nothing, you take out the trash.â€ť
Frank stood with a groan and reached for his cane. It was a routine he had found himself in since the accident. Wake, bathroom, dress, breakfast, sit, watch the news, then empty the trash. â€śOh, joy,â€ť he muttered as he opened the back door. â€śItâ€™s Wednesdayâ€¦ Nancyâ€™s ladiesâ€™ meeting.â€ť
He grumbled and groaned the short walk to where the trash can was located by the side gate and dropped the bag in. A car door slammed, followed by another. Frank glanced over the fence. â€śWell, well,â€ť he muttered. â€śLooks like the new neighbors have moved in over there. Noisy kids too, I suspect, or annoying cats.â€ť
He turned to go back indoors. His thigh ached from the cold. â€śTwenty seven-years old, Lord, and I feel eighty. Iâ€™m useless. Why did you let me survive? Iâ€™m finished. With this hopeless leg, my life is over. Iâ€¦â€ť
A high-pitched scream interrupted his pity party with God.
Another scream and a door banged shut. Frank startled and returned to the gate as fast as his useless leg would carry him. The woman opposite was running toward the street.
Frank opened the gate and hobbled up his path. â€śWhatâ€™s wrong?â€ť he yelled.
The woman was trembling. â€śPlease, help my son.â€ť
â€śWhatâ€™s happened?â€ť Frank asked when he reached the other side of the road.
â€śI think heâ€™s dead.â€ť
â€śWhere is he?â€ť Frank asked calmly, hoping he could calm the womanâ€™s panic.
The woman practically dragged Frank up the path and through her front door. On the floor lay a man about his own age. He was very still and appeared to have stopped breathing. Frank knelt on his good knee beside the man and felt his pulse. â€śWhatâ€™s your name?â€ť he asked the woman gently.
â€śMichelle. Michelle Warrick,â€ť she answered, her distress easing. â€śThis is my son, Colin. Heâ€™s a diabetic.â€ť
â€śOK, Michelle, this is what I want you to do. Go over to my house and ask my wife to call 911. Then, ask her to make you a cup of tea and stay there until the paramedics arrive.â€ť
The woman turned and ran without questioning.
Frank moved Colin carefully so he could clear his airway. He checked head to toe for any injuries that may have been caused when he collapsed, then rechecked his vital signs. Suddenly, Frankâ€™s upper leg cramped, causing him to sit hard on his backside. He gripped his thigh and sat rubbing it frantically until it subsided.
Frank was checking Colinâ€™s vital signs again when Colin began to move. He opened his eyes and looked around, obviously confused, when his eyes settled on Frank. There was a sound of a distant siren.
â€śItâ€™s OK, Colin. The paramedics will be here soon. Stay still. Do you hurt anywhere?â€ť
â€śHello, Frank! Who do you have here?â€ť
â€śTony, good to see you.â€ť Frank introduced Colin. â€śThis is a buddy of mine; Tony.â€ť
Frank pushed himself out of the way and Tony busied himself with the patient.
Another paramedic rushed in. â€śFrank, are you OK?â€ť
â€śHi, Sarah. So, theyâ€™ve teamed you up with Tony.â€ť
At that moment, Michelle returned with Nancy. â€śColin, are you OK?â€ť
â€śI think so,â€ť he replied groggily.
Tony turned to Colin. â€śWeâ€™ll rescue you from Frank and get you checked out at the hospital.â€ť
â€śYou know him?â€ť Colin asked, obviously still confused.
Nancy stepped forward and helped Frank to his feet. â€śFrank the hero canâ€™t help himself.â€ť She smiled.
Sarah inserted an IV into Colinâ€™s arm. â€śFrank was Tonysâ€™ paramedic partner and driver until a drunk ran a red light and hit the driverâ€™s door of the ambulance. He lost his lower leg,â€ť she added sympathetically.
â€śItâ€™s not the only thing he lost,â€ť Nancy added sadly.
Tony looked up at Frank. â€śYou still feeling sorry for yourself? You still have the gift, Frank. Itâ€™s in your blood, no matter how long you sit in that overstuffed chair and feel sorry for yourself.â€ť
Frank watched as Tony and Sarah eased Colin onto a portable gurney. He then looked into Michelleâ€™s relieved eyes. He put his arm around Nancy. â€śTonyâ€™s right, itâ€™s time to move on. Maybe they can use my help down at the first-aid station. I can manage that and weâ€™ll see where it takes me.â€ť
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