Dentist Is Feared Drowned
It seems he was driving in Warren County during heavy rains a couple of weeks ago. What was he doing there? Who knows? Out for a drive...
Wherever he was going, he must
have been in a hurry. He decided to take a bridge which had been closed by
VDOT because of high water. Probably was driving a tough vehicle - a truck
that could go anywhere. Or maybe just a Toyota with a wild burr up his ass.
Two feet of water. It must be a
terrifying way to meet your end. In my imagination, there is so much time to
struggle. I see a lot of cinema, cars folding inside, no exit.
It's shocking - the small amount
of information that makes up his life as can be gleaned from the obituary.
He lived in Alexandria. He graduated from a couple of good schools. He
married and divorced. He served in the Army. He remarried. He died in a
river. He was survived. A seven-fact man.
He didn't wear gloves, even though Aids was a hot topic by the time of our professional relationship. This was something I didn't like about him. There came a time when I could no longer take the naked fingers in my mouth. The gloves are there to protect the doctor as well as the patient, but the doctor is at the greater danger. Risk taker.
Two more facts in a seven-fact life. Two feet of water.
Stand in awe of the ways in which people leave this world.
© 2003, Mark Hoback