Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Glass of Water

Once upon a time there was a guy who enjoyed his life.

He was in early 30's, he had a nice BMW and he was going out every night with different girl. He had his own company for office repairs and he worked 3-4 hours a day, just to cover his expenses. He enjoyed his life immensely.

His mother was worried for him. Whenever she saw him she used to tell him - My son, you have to be married by now. You need to have children. Who will look after you when you are old?

My son, Who will bring you a glass of water on your deathbed?

Slowly, bit by bit, mother's words started coming into man's mind especially the sentence about glass of water on his deathbed. So he finally found the right girl and got married. He stopped going out every day. Now he enjoyed the company of his wife.

After a year his wife gave birth to a baby boy. After the second year of marriage he got a baby girl. Now he has started working full hours. He needed more money to support family. He stopped going out completely. Their house become small for the new family so he bought a bigger house. He got enormous mortgage to pay off so he started to work more. Actually, he worked like a donkey. He sold his BMW and bought a minivan... but he  remembered the question - Who will bring him a glass of water on his deathbed?

Years were passing, he become old.

He knew only for work and more work. Vaguely he remembers old days with nostalgia and sigh. In meantime he got grandchildren. The years were passing quickly. He became a tired, disappointed man.

One day he was laying in the bed, death was closing on him. He was surrounded with his family, the son, daughter, grandsons and granddaughters. Everyone was around him. In his last moments he was reflecting about his life and he said... Fuck, I am not even thirsty.

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