{"id":2914,"date":"2012-01-21T15:32:43","date_gmt":"2012-01-21T20:32:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allandouglas.com\/blog\/?p=2914"},"modified":"2025-04-21T01:56:41","modified_gmt":"2025-04-21T05:56:41","slug":"act-kindness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pineymountainfoster.org\/thoughts\/act-kindness\/","title":{"rendered":"Act of Kindness"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\"canHe sat staring at the small semi-automatic pistol laying on the kitchen table.\u00a0 He had been staring at it for a long time.\u00a0 Thinking.\u00a0 Deciding.\u00a0 He knew what needed to be done.\u00a0 The pain had to stop.\u00a0 Her pain had to stop.\u00a0 He hated what was happening to her, but he was powerless to prevent it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

He picked it up, a shiver ran up his arm and a small voice nagged at him in the back of his mind, \u201cWrong.\u201d it said, \u201cThis is wrong.\u201d\u00a0 Normally, he would agree.\u00a0 But life had taken a turn.\u00a0 She was suffering.\u00a0 He had to stop the suffering.\u00a0 He loved her, he had to help her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wonder if this will hurt her.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 He whispered as he fingered the gun, getting accustomed to the hard, coldness of it.\u00a0 \u201cNot for long, then she will be better.\u00a0 No more pain. This is kindness.”<\/p>\n

He pushed the tears and the uncertainty aside, stood up and walked out the front door.\u00a0 He marched up the forest path to her favorite place.\u00a0 She liked the serenity of the clearing in the deep woods and the tall, straight poplars, the birdsong.\u00a0 His feet crunched in the dry leaves, doubt welled, he pushed it back and marched on.\u00a0 It had to be done.<\/p>\n

He rounded a bend and saw the lounge chair she liked to sit in and think.<\/p>\n

A single shot rang through the woods.<\/p>\n

It took them 3 days to find his body.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

He sat staring at the small semi-automatic pistol laying on the kitchen table.  He had been staring at it for a long time.  Thinking.  Deciding.  He knew what needed to be done.  The pain had to stop.  Her pain had to stop.  He hated what was happening to her, but he was powerless to prevent … Continue reading “Act of Kindness”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[43,28],"class_list":["post-2914","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-creative","tag-brain-spill","tag-fiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pineymountainfoster.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2914","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pineymountainfoster.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pineymountainfoster.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pineymountainfoster.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pineymountainfoster.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2914"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pineymountainfoster.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2914\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21614,"href":"https:\/\/pineymountainfoster.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2914\/revisions\/21614"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pineymountainfoster.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2914"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pineymountainfoster.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2914"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pineymountainfoster.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2914"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}