Falling down is an accident. Staying down is a choice.
“Life has no victims.”
Darn, those pesky pedestrians!
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“It isn’t right,” he cried, frustration welling up in his words.
Tamereon grasped his arm, holding him back. “I know that and you know that, but saying that isn’t going to help anybody now.”
He looked at her and then away. Deep breath. “It’s not right.”
“Agreed, but there is nothing you can do. Now.”
“They’re saying he was stupid, he shouldn’t have gone into the house, that he made a mistake.”
“He didn’t,” she said, voice softening.
“He went in because that was his job. To help people.”
“I know.” She didn’t dare show him how much it hurt.
“They shouldn’t have called it a mistake,” he said again, turning to walk away from the memorial. “They should have called him a hero.”
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a throwing of a person or thing out of a window assassination by defenestration
a usually swift dismissal or expulsion (as from a political party or office) the
Self-defenestration (autodefenestration) is the act of jumping, propelling oneself, or causing oneself to fall, out of a window.
Did You Know?
These days defenestration is often used to describe the forceful removal of someone from public office or from some other advantageous position. History’s most famous defenestration, however, was one in which the tossing out the window was quite literal. On May 23, 1618, two imperial regents were found guilty of violating certain guarantees of religious freedom. As punishment, they were thrown out the window of Prague Castle. The men survived the 50-foot tumble into the moat, but the incident, which became known as the Defenestration of Prague, marked the beginning of the Bohemian resistance to Hapsburg rule that eventually led to the Thirty Years’ War.
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He stood by the side of the road, shaking and shaken, trying to listen to the policeman’s questions.
“And when you….. blah blah blah….parked car…… blah blah blah……. Sir, are you listening?”
He snapped back for a moment, “Yes, yes, Officer.”
“Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“No, no Officer.”
The Policeman looked skeptical. “One more time. When you pulled into the lane, did you see the parked car before or after you hit it?”
He shook his head, confused.
“A simple question, sir. Before or after you hit the parked car?”
“But Officer, my car is the parked car!”