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Unconscious MAG

August 26, 2008
By Samaiya SILVER, Medellin, Other
Samaiya SILVER, Medellin, Other
7 articles 0 photos 9 comments

There was a dead girl in front of the library this morning. She was breathing, but she wasn’t alive. Whatever existence she’d had during her few years – I calculated she was around 13 – certainly wasn’t life. She was tossed carelessly on the trash-­littered sidewalk in front of a boarded-up doorway, drugged and utterly unconscious of the world around her. The filth and stench of the city were caked into her skin. She seemed part of the garbage she was ­lying in.

My home in Medellín, Colombia, has a lot of poverty. I’m used to seeing dirty, starving children begging in the streets, unkempt old men sleeping ­under newspapers, and hopeless teen­agers forgetting their pain in glue and needles.

But this … this was different.

The girl’s clothes were pulled high above her chest, ugly testimony to what had been done to her the night before. Person after person walked by. Boys leered. Children gaped and were pulled away by mothers who wrinkled their noses and quickened their pace. Not once did I see a trace of caring.

I knelt down and shook her gently.

She stirred and turned her head to me, and a grimace flashed across her face. I realized she was no child. All concept of age was erased from my mind. Perhaps she was barely a teenager; perhaps she was as old as humanity.

“Señora,” I said softly. A fly alighted on her cracked lips, and I brushed it away. Still she did not wake. I don’t know why I cared. Certainly no one else did. But I couldn’t leave her like that. I couldn’t. I should cover her. I reached out to pull down her shirt but retracted my hand. I had no right to touch her.

I knew what I had to do.

Even as I pulled the sweater over my head, I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to give my favorite sweater to someone who would just sell it for drugs. I didn’t want to care. But it was too late. Once you open your eyes and see reality, you can’t close them again that easily. And even though I wished I didn’t care, I did. She was a girl, my sister in ­humanity, a person just like me. God have mercy on us both.

I draped the sweater over her. The pulsating noise of the street suddenly quieted. The outside world ceased to exist, and a deafening ­silence enveloped us. Time slowed. The moment seemed eternal. We were the only ones in the universe – just me, the girl, and the dark blue sweater fluttering down in slow motion.

I had the sensation you get when you pull the sheet over the face of a corpse and say, muerto esta. The last fold of cloth settled on the gray cement, and suddenly time was once again going. I heard the rushing cars at my back, felt the burning sun, and smelled the filth. Nothing had changed.

I got up too quickly, nearly losing my balance. I needed to get away.

“La felicito,” an old man, who had apparently been watching me, said in congratulations. “Is it a little girl? So sad, so sad. What a shame.”

“Yeah … I don’t know,” I mumbled, hurrying away, horribly embarrassed that I’d been seen. Supposedly, when you do a good deed, you get a warm fuzzy feeling inside. But all I felt was a deep, aching sadness.

I used to believe those heart-warming stories about how people’s lives were changed by some small act of kindness. If this were one of those ­inspirational stories, years later we’d meet again. She would have risen from her poverty and pain, achieved success, and been converted to some nice religion. I’d be down about something, perhaps thinking that my life was worth nothing. On an impulse I’d step into a church and – voilà! – she’d be there giving her testimony about how she’d lived a totally empty and meaningless existence until her life had been changed by the act of a caring stranger who had covered her with a sweater.

And then I’d get up, with tears in my eyes, and shout, “I am that stranger!” And we’d hug and become best friends and I’d go home completely happy in the knowledge that my life had been good for something after all.

But this isn’t an inspirational story. The real world isn’t that nice. When the girl came out of her stupor, she probably wouldn’t even notice the sweater or wonder where it had come from. She’d use it to get more drugs. That night she would again sell her body and her soul, and the next day she would once more lie on the street with her shame open to the world. And my feeble act of caring would be worth nothing.

I headed down the street and sud­denly, to my disgust, found tears running down my face. I dashed them away, not knowing whether I was crying for that girl, my favorite sweater, or the fact that no one had cared.

I thought of the Jesus I’d been taught about in church. He would have cared, I think, if he’d been there. But he wasn’t there. I wished he were. It hurt.

People at church would tell me that he was there, that he’d cared through me.

I sighed. Maybe. Maybe.

But all the way home, the pain ­remained.

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on Nov. 30 2009 at 7:41 pm
MusicIsMyLife2013 GOLD, Westminster, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
"Live life likes its your last day."

this story touched me. keep writting please.

RedsLizt said...
on Nov. 29 2009 at 9:33 am
You almost had me in tears, and I can count on one hand how many times I've cried because of words written on a page. Please continue writing about things that inspire you--it makes a better story.

on Nov. 25 2009 at 11:50 am
Miss_Bliss GOLD, Waban, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"If we did all the things we were capable of, we would literally astound ourselves."

-Thomas Edison

This was beautiful. Even if that girl DID just get up and sell your sweater for drugs, you showed her what was probably the first kindness she had received in a long time--and THAT makes all the difference in the world. I applaud you.

Tweety said...
on Nov. 25 2009 at 7:59 am
that story really moved me. you have such a kind heart to be able to do what you did because most people would have just ignored her and walked away

rebelrose386 said...
on Nov. 24 2009 at 12:11 pm
rebelrose386, Baton Rouge, Louisiana
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Favorite Quote:
what other people say about you is none of your business

your good deed did not go un-noticed i assure you

thatgirl_93 said...
on Nov. 24 2009 at 9:51 am
so sad :'(

on Nov. 22 2009 at 9:52 pm
j.e.following93 BRONZE,
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Favorite Quote:
Pardon if any of my messages offend, I'm just here to please =).

This was very well written and thought-provoking. I hope you do not have to witness anymore of what you have already witnessed. However, if you do, I hope you have plenty more sweaters. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, they were beautiful.

on Nov. 22 2009 at 9:49 pm
j.e.following93 BRONZE,
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Favorite Quote:
Pardon if any of my messages offend, I'm just here to please =).

I know this probably will not affect you, for I, nor anyone else, was there with you. However, your writing was very inspirational. It moved me, as I'm sure it moved others. I do hope you continue writing, but I also hope you do not have to witness more of what you have witnessed already. So many of us want to believe the inspirational story... thanks for trying to show truth in this sad, plighted world.

ambermarie<3 said...
on Nov. 20 2009 at 8:59 am
in freaking credible

on Nov. 18 2009 at 12:59 pm
wow tht waz a good storie!!!!!!!!!!

on Nov. 17 2009 at 11:59 am
chetahgirl20 PLATINUM, Rosemount, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
The world is your oyster, and the universe is a fish.

I am so sorry you had to see that.

on Nov. 17 2009 at 6:47 am
wordlover27 GOLD, Vancouver, Other
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Favorite Quote:
‎"For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness..."
-Audrey Hepburn

WOW. All I have to say about this piece is summed up in that one word. :)

on Nov. 16 2009 at 8:09 pm
mz.gemini92 BRONZE, Tomball, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
keep the one yew luv most 1st

THIS WAS a really good story i really enjoyed it

aburch12 said...
on Nov. 16 2009 at 8:43 am
aburch12, Grove City, Ohio
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this is a great story i really enjoyed please write more

cbear BRONZE said...
on Nov. 15 2009 at 1:21 am
cbear BRONZE, Park City, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
"Come to the dark side, we have cookies."

the great thing about this story is that its very realistic. its like you said, the sweater probably won't turn the girls life around and she'll probably sell it. It's so straight forward

Brandone said...
on Nov. 13 2009 at 10:38 am
This peice was very nice because it really went into the detail of things people do and see in everyday life. It was awesome!

Oliviaw BRONZE said...
on Nov. 9 2009 at 5:20 pm
Oliviaw BRONZE, West Cola, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
“Screwed down for life." ---Iowa Bob, The Hotel New Hampshire

I feel you... get it... and understand.

on Nov. 6 2009 at 2:57 pm
nette2010 BRONZE, Kansas City, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"with writing as m release i have avoided the nut house.lol"

wow this poem is so strong and you can relate to the authors pain

on Nov. 6 2009 at 8:05 am
Adamrameau BRONZE, Muskegon, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
live your life, love your music

wow i just now noticed that people need to learn how to type better look at these comments its horrible

on Nov. 5 2009 at 10:55 am
this a great story ifeel beadd for herr