Split Second

He feels a hand on his shoulder so he turns around to see a lady standing in front of him. It was the same lady that smiled at him before. You can smell the alcohol on her breath. She looks him in the eye, as a tear falls down her cheek. She asks one question, "Why?"

What if the rest of your life was determined by only a second or two today? Those two seconds could mean you have the world at your fingertips or you spend the rest of your life miserable and making others feel the same... on purpose.