January 09, 2006

Short Story Part III – Life is wonderful

I enjoy every day. I really live every day. There is not much I cannot get along with. Life is wonderful when you accept what is given to you. This lesson I learnt years ago. Sometimes it is hard to remember, often it shows me what I have become. Thank you for being alive.

My memories are blurry, what I know I will never forget.

I heard strange noise, unbearable loud. I woke up, there were so many people crying. What happened? I couldn't realize but I knew something did happen. To me! At that moment pain overwhelmed me. I wanted to move. No chance.

Life ran out of my eyes when I had a look around, just a bit to the left and to the right. There was metal everywhere. It was very close to my body. I was confused and then I felt darkness. I didn't know how much time passed by then I woke up for the second time. The place was different but as curious as before. There were two men who took care of me and others just sitting next to me. I raised my head and looked at the ceiling of a room. A room with convoluted windows!? I realised that I was inside a helicopter. Before I could say a word I lost consciousness again.

I felt warm light shining on my face. I opened my eyes. Everything was white, I steered at the ceiling and moved my head towards the floor. It was a hospital. I felt nothing but pain in my head then one of the doctors talked to me:
"Mr. Schwerdt, can you hear me? Please do not speak. Nod ones for yes and twice for no. Do you understand?"

I nodded, one time, very briefly.

"I will explain the situation to you very shortly", he said. "You had an accident on the motorway. Anyone of your family is healthy and is sitting next to you." He paused and stepped aside so that I could have a glance on my parents and my brother. "You are severely injured, Mr. Schwerdt. We did the best we could but we couldn't repair the damage to your backbone. As a consequence you are not able to move body on your own but the head. You are paraplepic."

The vision got blurry. Tears were running down my face. 'It was a dream', I thought. Then I tried to raise my arm. Nothing. Then I tried one of my legs. Again no response. My whole life passed by in that moment and I was really helpless.

"Mr. Schwerdt", the doctor interrupted my thoughts. "...". I didn't listen, I just nodded when he stopped and looked at my parents. They saw how I suffered and cried all the time. Darkness.

The next days and weeks the hopes of the doctors were completely destroyed to help me getting back into normal life. The sadness in my heart often let him think of giving up. No future. No life. These words were in my head for a long time. But then there was the time to leave the hospital.

'What next? What can I do now?', I asked myself. 'And I baled my fists and smiled.


December 04, 2005

Keeping people busy, focused and effective

Glancing in front of his desk he could see a monitor, dark, and a slight shadow covering the whole desk created by light coming from a small window in the top left corner. It was the only sign for him to estimate the current time of the day. The room with its clear monotonous white colour and occasionally occurring pictures emphasised this continuous and steady look. A shelf that ranged from the floor to the ceiling exactly spaced for 15 folders in each of the seven rows. Not to attract any attention the wall shaded off into a fine nuance of grey of the cupboard in the back fitting its function of hiding documents from the last couple of years perfectly. Everything seemed to be very sterile. Every single element was necessary and destined to be there.

A man worked in this unfriendly acting environment. Like thousands others he concentrated on his daily routine like an ant in a society where everyone has its determination and place in the circle of life and in the circle of the company respectively. Sitting there, sometimes communicating with others via phone calls he started to work 8 o'clock in the morning, with a break he finished at 6pm.

Always. From Monday till Friday. Daily routine. Borrowed to death. In the little room. Just one brick of the company's foundation.

He followed strict rules that were given to him. Could it be the meaning of the rest of his life: working like a machine?

The company as the system to control, to manipulate and to motivate their "craft-workers" knew to give their employees inspiration and different new paths to follow. The individual mind has always been starting to act like that after a certain amount of time. To push away their lack of self-confidence the company had to make them remember that they were a value that is overall respected. To convince employees promotion was an adequate tool to gain this awareness and to provide balance to the system.

Encouraged to go on with his work as before he could then get in a different position. Satisfaction could be achieved and he went back to work as before and got back to daily routine. The company often used this method to keep employees efficient at work. Just at the first glance one could get the impression of an unhealthy and horrible atmosphere for people to stay all day. When you have a closer look at it you see employees who knew why they were kept highly motivated. And there was a smile in his face, there was so much to think about.


November 26, 2005

Short Story 1

Short Story – A Distanced Relationship in Modern Times

Tears rolled from her eyes when I had a brief glance at my watch realising how late it has become.

A hard-sounding voice occurred through several megaphones:

“Please attention: last call for flight 437 to Hamburg, all passengers get immediately to the corresponding gates; last call for flight 437 to Hamburg, all passengers get immediately to the corresponding”.

Looking at her soft and shining face, my girlfriend Jessika could barely smile or even say a word. Overwhelmed with recent impressions she could not think of leaving the island that seemed to imprison me and not knowing when we would see each other next time.

“Come with me”, she said. But I didn’t respond to that.

Instead, I tried to talk to her, I tried to make her feel better, and I tried to give her something to think about but moving away from me. Useless. I tried to get a smile out of her face; I tried to behave funny in making some mimics she always laughed about. Useless again. I tried several times. Useless at all.
It seemed to me as if the outcome of this was just the opposite I intended to do. Strange in the whole.

At that moment a group of travellers arrived, ready for take off. I looked at their faces and their behaviour. They were happy, I guessed. As a result, the atmosphere between Jessika and me became distanced and I knew what to do next.

I kissed and hugged her long and intensively while whispering:

“I will leave right now, please call me after your arrival, I miss you so much.”

She got rid of the remaining tears on her cheeks that were nearly dry. I saw her bright shining voluminous green eyes moving away from me directly heading to her bags. Then she said:

“Okay, I’ll let you know, I miss you, too.”

I was happy when I received these wonderful sounding words coming from her inside and just expressed by letting them through her lips looking red like an ever-growing flower and always able to express her current mood. I realised to cause her pain in leaving so abruptly. She really seemed to be left alone and said although I ‘m the one who stayed on the island and is not getting back home.

When I left the airport I was as pleased as Punch. It was the right decision I said to myself. She didn’t know that I would get back to her a few days from now.

“Tears will role from her eyes again”, I smiled benignly and headed back to my car.


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