How often do Lawyers get sued?

Natural disasters may be the Gods way of saying you need to live somewhere else.

If a baby dies despite all efforts to revive it, just out of the womb, how is that different from a child whose parents kill it because they are idiots or insane? Don't the Gods treat those children with the same level of care?

Where is the soul in the law?

Is there a single thing you would martyr yourself for?

When my grandma died, I was barely alive.

I have been so far off the radar all my life that when I'm gone, there won't even be a vapor trail.

If I got killed in an industrial accident, if I got run over while I rode my bike to work, would someone seize the moment and sue the pucky out of the company or the lucky soul who had driven their SUV through my misery? Would my child be able to go to college on the proceeds? Would my soon-to-be-ex believe that I had finally earned my keep?

People are dying all around me. There are two major hospitals within spitting distance, one minor hospital, a pile of nursing homes, and the Veteran's Administration hospital and accompanying hordes of supplicants. There are electric wheelchairs buzzing around town all the time, with the injured and the ill avoiding the homeless and the homed.

There are doctors with Mercedeses and Rollses and even Bentleys rolling in and out of this town, weaving amidst the Hummers and Beemers and SUVs and diesel crewcab pickup trucks.

And at the end of the street where I work, at five o'clock one morning almost six months ago, a man was shot. His name was Ed and he was working alone in an inconvenience store of another brand from the one I work in. Because of that shooting, that brand of store closed almost all of it's branches in this town after 11 PM. Which means I am the only game in the area... at Five in the morning....

There are a lot of people who think I am brave for working this shift in this location. I'm just desperate.

A lot of the people who do business with me knew Ed. I don't remember ever meeting him. But his death haunts me, particularly at 5AM, when there is no one in the store and no one on the street... and it's just me and a brightly lit box full of stuff for sale. One upon a time I was a security guard. I felt then like I feel now. A target. An underpaid one.