You 're moments late to literally everything . You watch busses pull away as you run behind them , girls get asked out as you walk up to them , and you have never caught a green light . One day though , you arrive on time . [ WP ]

No job. No family. No prospects that come to mind. I'm just sitting here at the stoop of a building, watching the traffic. I do n't even have the will to panhandle at this point. The day has already passed me by, just as every day does. It seems like life has always moved just a little too fast for me. 
 
 I watch a man in a suit, cell phone to ear, speed-walking. A to B, with a whole mess of work in between. How do they all keep up? 
 
 A little girl heads toward me from across the street. She carries some change in her hand. Some people still have time to be sweet. Oh, she dropped some. She's bending down to pick it up- she does n't notice the truck! I spring to my feet. It's faster than I've ever felt I've moved. It's instinct. I bolt. It seems like I'm fighting against my own nature. I can feel the air resisting me, the ground wanting to grab my feet and hold them, voices saying *Stop. Slow down. You'll never make it... * 
 
 I dive and grab the girl and hold her close and we roll out of the way as the truck swerves and skids and blares its horn. We both lay there in the street as a crowd forms around us. It may be the shock or the adrenaline or some trick of the mind but I swear, over there, past the crowd, is a shadowy figure, Death himself, walking away. Maybe he was expecting things to go differently. Too bad. I guess he'll have to wait.
