Mark, Me and Jack

I just came home from watching Ladder 49 with Mark. Mark’s a great guy. He was sent here about two years ago as an apprentice to my church. We became friends shortly after that. Now we’re good friends, in fact I would consider him one of my best friends. Mark, however, never had to go through what I went through coming to this side of the world. He was never here before. He was fresh and he was excited. Even now two years down the line he still sees life here on the surface. He even managed to get himself a girlfriend. Mark is leaving in about two weeks, but I can expect to see him back here in no time.

Now this guy, coincidentally named JErm, is plain down miserable. He’s been here eight years. He hates this fucking place and he hates his fucking life. As nice as the guys are at work he hates his fucking job too. I don’t know what it is with him that drives him, but I really think he hates himself too. All in all, I’m not even sure why he lives.

Ok enough about JErm, let’s talk about Jack. Jack is a rookie fire-fighter. He’s a hoseman. One day during a trip to the supermarket he meets this girl (I could’ve sworn she looks like Joss Stone). They start dating and soon they marry and have kids. Jack is living a great life until one day he decides to be a scouter (search and rescue) which puts him stuck in a firy building with no escape. He gets his smart ass there saving someone’s life, levering the poor guy down to the bucket as the floor collapses and the building eats him. Jack is a great guy, he even dies a hero, but pity his wife and kids. I’d taken them any day if God handed them to me. She’s damn gorgeous!!

One can save someone’s life only to lose his own. Jesus died to save the world, only the world didn’t and still doesn’t want to be saved. If it’s so hard for me to let go of myself, who’s gonna save me?