I want to tell you a story, it’s a hard read but please read on. It’s about someone I know, his name is Jack.
Jack was born healthy and had two brothers, together with their mother and father they lived in a cosy little house in the country, just big enough for the 5 of them.
Growing up Jack would often play with his brothers out in the fields, playing tag, running around, jumping out scaring each other and sometimes toy fighting. They were happy.
Jacks mother cared well for them, constantly cleaning up after them and making sure they stayed out of trouble. Jacks dad was the bread winner, always going out to work each day putting food on the table, Jack and his brothers were very lucky.
One spring evening Jack was on his way home after a day out, he always took the same route home, he was a creature of habit. On this occasion however something had changed, as he walked through the forest leading to his house Jack heard a commotion ahead. Treading softly, being careful not to crunch on the old rotted twigs beneath his feet he approached with caution. Out of nowhere a gang of lads started shouting and pointing at him, startled and scared Jack turned around a made a run for it, sweat dripping down his head, a heart pumping so fast it almost felt like it could burst out of his chest Jack ran for miles until the gang eventually gave up.
‘What was that about!’ thought Jack as he rested up on a near by farm, ‘who were they and what had I done to make them chase me like that?’ he said to himself. Gripped by fear and exhausted Jack made his way back home on a different route.
Jack and his brothers had grew into strong, charismatic and handsome boys! One by one they left the comforts of their home in search of their own life and family.
A few months passed and Jack had met a girl, they loved walking through the flowered meadows, watching the sun go down. They would roll around in the tall grass, laughing and joking. He was in love. Not long after, Jack and his new girlfriend found a home together and not long after that they had been blessed with the birth of two children. Jacks family was complete.
Just like his father before him, Jack would go out each day putting food on the table, supporting his perfect little family. His kids would jump on him when he arrived home, ‘yay, daddy is home’, he truly was loved.
Day in, Day out Jack worked his butt off, until that one evening that changed everything.
On his usual commute home, Jack decided to take a detour, a trip down memory lane and visit the old forest he often walked through as a child. It was just as he remembered, tall trees blowing in the wind, bird song in the distance, bees buzzing past, he lifted his head high, breathing in the glorious fragrances around him, it felt good to be hear again. He stayed for a few minutes then began to make his way back home, back home to his loving family when he heard it, that noise, that commotion.
Instantly Jack was sling shotted back to that night years ago, and just like then his heart began to race, his breath began to draw short, sweat dripping down his head, without a moments thought Jack started to run, out of the bushes the gang appeared. Bigger and faster than before. He ran and ran, up the hills, through the streams, across the neighbours farms, but they were not giving up. The chase went on for hours, he was nearly home, only a few miles left to safety but the gang were relentless, they were gaining on him, he was exhausted, he had no energy left in his legs to run, ‘I must hide’ he thought.
Jack hid in the bushes. As quiet as a mouse he lay still, peering through a gap in the branches he waited.
One by one the gang members went past, all was still and silent…….’I’m safe’ he thought…….Then BAM! One of the gang members spotted him. He grabbed his leg, pulling Jack out the bushes, shouting and screaming to the other members of the gang to come back. One by one they laid into him, kicking, biting, punching, stamping……Jack had no chance. He was outnumbered 50-1. As he slowly began to lose consciousness, as he felt the life being beaten out of him Jack tried to think of his family, how would they cope without him?, will I ever see them again? WHY ME? WHY NOW?
Then it stopped, the gang had done what they set out to do and Jack was dead. A life over just like that. A family left with no father.
Laying in a pool of crimson blood on the floor, limp and lifeless, beaten to death……………Jack was murdered.
How did that story make you feel? Angry? Scared? Confused?
Did you feel sorry for Jack and his family?
What if I told you that Jack wasn’t actually a human being? Re read it, I never once said he was.
Would it suprise you if I told you Jack is in fact a FOX.
Now how do you feel?