“No good deed goes unpunished.”
Save a life, and how is your benevolence repaid? Your lifeline, the thing that connects you to the world, your family, your friends, is severed.
Not cut with the finesse and skill of a surgeon, but mangled slowly, painfully, like a wild animal caught in a trap forced to gnaw its own limb off to escape.
I will lose sleep over this misery, grieving those lost connections. The interminable wait for deliverance from this startling isolation may be my undoing. Will I be forgotten while in my unjust exile?
What ever will become of me?