The Last Day of an Unconverted Man

 By Elizabeth Prata - Posted at The End Time:

He was comfortably retired. He was old. On a fine and bright winter’s day in Sunny Florida, an unconverted man left his fine and comfortable home, and drove toward town. Where he was going…only God knows. Perhaps to the store to pick up a newspaper or milk. Perhaps to the diner to commune with cronies. Perhaps just to take a nice drive along the shore and admire the day.

He certainly expected to accomplish his drive, to circumnavigate his task of going then coming. He certainly expected that his plans for later would be accomplished, perhaps some reading, maybe a nap, or dinner out with friends. He expected to return to his wife as he had all the other days he drove around town on his errands.

He certainly did not expect the abrupt curtailment on this earth of all his plans, all his thoughts, all his ideas, all his aims, all his goals, all his breath, all his existence.

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