Signs

Today a friend needed help.
Her friend was hurt and in trouble.
I just so happened to be hanging out with her when this trouble happened.
She didn't have a car.
She didn't have a ride.

I did.

I drove her and her boyfriend out to the park where this boy said he was.
But he didn't say where exactly IN the park he was.
We searched for about an hour.
Finally, me and her boyfriend found him laying in a bush.
He was in shock from loss of blood.

His left wrist was slashed all the way down to the tendons and bone.
We drove him to the hospital against his will.
He finally gave in and went inside.

They turned him away when he refused to give his personal information.
I drove them back home.
But by this time he had stopped bleeding and seemed to be ok.
I went home.

Now as fucked up as this all is.
It sparked my mind.

Some people believe in coincidence.
But some people belive in signs.

Now as far as i'm concerned, religion is fucked beyond belief.
But I was in the right spot, at the right time, with an exact purpose.
That boy could have been hurt so much worse, or done more harm to himself if i didn't get there when i did.

I'm not convinced in a higher being.
But for the record right now...

I thank god i was where i was, when i was, doing what i did.