Where human

As a child I look at all the envy of people who owned cars and bicycles. Each time, no big car or motorcycle power went down the street from me, I would be looking with envy and desire. I had to buy just a dream, a vehicle, when I was little. Whenever I have a nice car or bike uses an elegant past I see on the street, I say, used, "Harish, one day you just that"

This fascination of mine ended a good day for all vehicles. It 'was a Thursday inJuly and was about three years later I spent my maturity. I was at the station by my office on foot. I used to take a bus every day, but at this fateful day, I took a walk to the station, unaware that my foot would change my perception on all vehicles and their owners.

I saw a boy around the age of six years, with garlands for the deity in the temple next to my office. He used to sit there to make wreaths every Thursday atTime. Every Thursday, he did sell a lot of money to his followers, crowns, rushed to the temple near my office. On that fateful day, was on the sidewalk near my office and sit down to make garlands.

I just came out of my office building and walked toward the station, a table at home by train. The road near my office is one way that cars can go to Office, but in the opposite direction. In short, it was a one-way street. I was walkingTo the station on this one way street. Suddenly I heard a loud noise coming from the direction that the vehicle was taken after it has passed over me.

After a certain distance from my office, I heard this noise and turned around. What I saw only sent shiver down my spine, but I started hating all men, used cars, after that date. The woman who was driving the vehicle very drunk and intoxicated in this state, was the car to drive. In turn, Isaw that accidentally drove his car at the foot of the boy.

The boy screamed in pain as he was shot in the right leg. Could not get up. closer examination found some loops that his leg was severely damaged. They took him to the nearest hospital for treatment of his injuries. The lady in question that caused all these problems, sought the post, as he watched the boy escape poverty.

But some passers-by grabbed and opened the car door. They have the powerput the boy in his car and a passer-by took the boy and forced the woman to drive to the nearest hospital. In the hospital, where he was asked the doctor to examine the conditions guarding the boy refused to touch it for fear of a police case.

While much at the insistence of some people who had brought the boy to the hospital, agreed to examine the boy, it was found that the foot was irreparable. Had to be amputated. The lady who had caused all this damage now the doctoraside and asked him to give a bad relationship and say that it was the boy with bruises and that he will be fine after a few mouthfuls.

The lady offered him money in exchange for organizing a false report. I was in the hospital waiting to watch this drama. My first instinct was to bash the woman and her boyfriend pay for the operation. But I could not do much, as I was not dependent on any party, but I was the police. But from that day I decided that I do not wanthave a vehicle. I also developed an aversion to all vehicle owners. I began to think that all vehicles not owned value humanity. Where are the human race.