So many tragedies show on at the same time in the world, I think. But I didn’t see them, not to mention having feeling about them. Though sometimes I am touched by the fact that wars in the Iraq and Afghanistan make the quantity of the decedents leap especially make so many children homeless, I know I can’t do anything about except weeping for them.

Today, I saw an accident on the way to school and back home.

In the morning on the way to school, I saw the truck was crashed and the headstock was badly damaged. The oranges put in the baskets scattered on the road. So many people clustered round there. I thought the driver must have been sent to the hospital for emergency at that time. I was not the witness of the scene of the accident; I just saw the situation after the accident.

In the evening on the same way back home, the crashed truck and the policemen were still there, so were the onlookers but not so many as in the morning. And because of this, I could see what’s covering the ground near the truck: it was a black plastic blanket. Ok, stop, I think you can imagine what was under beneath the black blanket.

My heart tumbled, not because of fears but because of anguish. I thought the driver was sent to the hospital but why? Why?

Why people would die even if they are only at the prime of their lives?

The most important is that the departed left but he left his beloved live in torture and remorse.

I think his family must be in desperation at this moment now. It is the end of the deportee’s life, but it is the start of his family who should get used to living without their beloved. How awful!!!

I thought he must be very happy this morning, ‘cause the oranges on his truck could earn him a lot of money.

But why did the death bring him away before he earned his deserved money?Who can answer me?

Nothing can be more precious than living with one’s family happily everyday, I think.

But for the departed, he didn’t have this chance anymore. What can be more tragic than this?So many people complain about not having enough money to use, not having a satisfactory job, not having a considerate boss but have too much pressure, have too much burden and have too many responsibilities However, who have ever thought that we are so lucky that we have the chance to struggle but for the departed, he doesn’t even have the chance to combat with his destiny.

We are so fortunate, just cherish what we have!

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