Flatlining

I followed an ambulance through the rain for three hours. Over a bridge, then back, around in a huge circle. It never stopped. It passed an accident, it passed a hospital. It never stopped, for three hours. And when it finally pulled to a quiet surrender in front of a small house, the driver sat for twenty minutes. I started to worry, got out of my car and walked toward the ambulance. Put my hand on the side, waited. He was just sitting there. No music, no phone, he was just sitting with his hands on the wheel. Finally he got out. He walked right past me without even looking up. And finally I realized. His hunched shoulders, his balled fists, his tired eyes explained the three hour ride. Why he didn't stop to save someone.

He was driving to save someone.