Monday, 11 January 2016

On Thought Catalog



Imagine any day when you're unsuspecting of falling from, say, a ladder or a pole whilst fetching something as trivial, yet delicately dangerous from a standpoint high above ground, as a luggage.

You could count the number of people you'd call, should you be alone and fall and break your bones from impact then such that you're also covered in a sheet of your own blood as you writhe and howl in excruciating pain: None. You'd call the bloody ambulance like any normal person would.

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