Re: Kiss Someone Before You Go

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This is for the group!!! *SMOOCH* My heart is so happy!>> Kiss Someone Before You Go> The subway train sways back and forth, its wheels screeching more> fiendishly than ever against the tracks. Outside the window the freezing> cold of winter rules and the dreary bay looks like a yawning abyss as> the train rumbles across it. The carriage is filled with frozen> self-centered, bored passengers. Good morning!> Suddenly a little boy pushes his way in between discourteous grown-up> legs - the kind that only grudgingly make room for you. While his father> stays by the door, the boy sits next to the window, surrounded by> unfriendly, morning-weary adults. What a brave child, I think. As the> train enters a tunnel, something totally unexpected and peculiar> happens. The little boy slides down from his seat and puts his hand on> my knee. For a moment, I think that he wants to go past me and return to> his father, so I shift a bit. But instead of moving on, the boy leans> forward and stretches his head up towards me. He wants to tell me> something, I think. Kids! I bend down to listen to what he has to say.> Wrong again! He kisses me softly on the cheek.> Then he returns to his seat, leans back and cheerfully starts looking> out of the window. But I'm shocked. What happened? A kid kissing unknown> grown-ups on the train? To my amazement, the kid proceeds to kiss all my> neighbors.> Nervous and bewildered, we look questioningly at his father, "He's so> happy to be alive," the father says. "He's been very sick."> The train stops and father and son get down and disappear into the> crowd. The doors close. On my cheek I can still feel the child's kiss -> a kiss that has triggered some soul-searching. How many grown-ups go> around kissing each other from the sheer joy of being alive? How many> even give much thought to the privilege of living? What would happen if> we all just started being ourselves?> The little boy had given us a sweet but serious slap in the face: Don't> let yourself die before your heart stops!> Dag Retsö>

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> Kiss Someone Before You Go

> The subway train sways back and forth, its wheels screeching more

> fiendishly than ever against the tracks. Outside the window the

freezing

> cold of winter rules and the dreary bay looks like a yawning abyss

as

> the train rumbles across it. The carriage is filled with frozen

> self-centered, bored passengers. Good morning!

> Suddenly a little boy pushes his way in between discourteous grown-

up

> legs - the kind that only grudgingly make room for you. While his

father

> stays by the door, the boy sits next to the window, surrounded by

> unfriendly, morning-weary adults. What a brave child, I think. As

the

> train enters a tunnel, something totally unexpected and peculiar

> happens. The little boy slides down from his seat and puts his hand

on

> my knee. For a moment, I think that he wants to go past me and

return to

> his father, so I shift a bit. But instead of moving on, the boy

leans

> forward and stretches his head up towards me. He wants to tell me

> something, I think. Kids! I bend down to listen to what he has to

say.

> Wrong again! He kisses me softly on the cheek.

> Then he returns to his seat, leans back and cheerfully starts

looking

> out of the window. But I'm shocked. What happened? A kid kissing

unknown

> grown-ups on the train? To my amazement, the kid proceeds to kiss

all my

> neighbors.

> Nervous and bewildered, we look questioningly at his father, " He's

so

> happy to be alive, " the father says. " He's been very sick. "

> The train stops and father and son get down and disappear into the

> crowd. The doors close. On my cheek I can still feel the child's

kiss -

> a kiss that has triggered some soul-searching. How many grown-ups go

> around kissing each other from the sheer joy of being alive? How

many

> even give much thought to the privilege of living? What would

happen if

> we all just started being ourselves?

> The little boy had given us a sweet but serious slap in the face:

Don't

> let yourself die before your heart stops!

> Dag Retsö

>