The Amercian Dream 2010

The American Dream 2010

It was early August morning. The sun was shining and the birds singing. The warmth of the sun was already reflecting off the cement.
People were walking around in short paints and short sleeve shirts. Even though it was hot people were still running around boathouse row. As they ran they drank their water and wiped the heads with rags.
I was sitting on a bench watching them run by. As I sat there I couldn’t remember how I got there. I could smell liquor on my clothes. Then I remembered that I was in a bar last night but I couldn’t remember where. I sat there with my clothes-dripping wet. I looked down; there was a red tint to my close. Like some one trough die on it.
I sat back on the bench and looked up into the sky. It seemed so quite and tranquil. I feel deep in thought. The noise around me stopped. Then the feeling of loneliness came over me. I had nothing; I had no one were the thoughts that rushed through my head. My hart started beating. It felt like it was going to explode inside me. The harder it beat the more I went into a daze. My eyes wouldn’t open. Then I saw my life flash before me. I could see a young child around six years old and another child around two. They were running around a large back yard. There was a good size house attached to it. Who weir they and why was I thinking about them. I don’t remember them or the house. I don’t remember a wife, children or anything about my life. I do remember that I was some kind of salesman. I would travel all day talking to people but about what I don’t know.
I feel so empty, so alone. Like I didn’t have a purpose in the world. I could feel tears rolling down my eyes. I just sat there and tried to put all the memories and faces together that was now shooting into my mine. I had to put them in order. There was a blond woman stand with her back towards me. I couldn’t see her face or hear any voices but I knew she was crying. I felt her sadness.
What is going on? Nothing made sense. All these feelings feel real and not like a dream. I tried to wake but I couldn’t
Tears started rolling down my eyes again. Again I tried opening my eyes. This time with success.
It was late afternoon and I was covered with sweat. I got up and started walking. As I walked I could feel myself floating above the rooftops. I feel like I was in a movie.
All the sudden I stop floating and hovered over a street where a several people were gatherd. They were standing in the middle of it.
I was about to find out what was going on. Two children were standing there with the blond woman over a man lying that was not moving. There was another woman that looked frantic and was crying also. I could hear the ambulance coming in the background. As I looked at the man lying on the ground I was shocked to see whom it was. It was me! As I saw myself lying there I knew that I was going to die!
It all came back to me. That was my wife and two children. We were living the typical middle class life when everything came falling down. I lost my job and it got tough to pay all the bills. I was working two jobs and my wife picked up an extra job on the weekends. But it wasn’t enough. Our house was going to be foreclosed on in a month. The bank wouldn’t renegotiate our loan. The only way I saw that my family could keep the home we work for so long for was to take drastic action. I ran into the street on purpose hopping to get hit and die. I know that was the cowardly thing to do but this way my family would collect my insurance. This way they would face being homeless. I gave my life to make sure.
The Government and the banks let us down. I worked two jobs and my wife work a job on the weekends to show the bank that we would do anything to save our home. That wasn’t enough. This program that the government has helps only the banks.
I had to die to keep my house. My family has to do without me so they could live in our home.
I had to die for them to live!!!

This is not a true story that I know of but I bet somewhere some one has thought of it because the banks and our government has failed to keep the American Dream alive for the American people.

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