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January 21, 2002

The following story was written by Cory Johnson, from New Minas, Nova Scotia. Cory is a 23 year old adult learner from Halifax, N.S. He enjoys boxing, as well as his dogs and his family. He is presently working towards getting his GED so he can go on to Community College and take a meat cutter's course.

Imagination

by Cory Johnson

One day, l was walking down the street, and I saw a man lying there on the sidewalk, not moving! So I yelled, "Hey you! Are you all right?" And there was nothing. I then walked to where the man was lying and asked if he was ok, and still no response.

I got very worried and knew there was something wrong. I proceeded to roll him over on his back because he was lying on his stomach. That's when I saw the blood! I started to yell for help but there was no one in sight. I did not know what to do; I was very concerned the man was dead. All of a sudden, I heard a grumbling sound; it was coming from the man. I sighed with relief when I realized the man was not dead. However, there was still all that blood. I knelt down over the man and asked "What happened to you, sir" There was no reply. I laid my jacket over the man's body and ran to use the pay phone that I knew was near by. When I got to the phone I called for help.

I ran back to wait with the man and told him help was on the way. When I got back the man was gone! I could not believe my eyes. It was as if he had disappeared. I stood there in a trance for I don't now how long. The sound of the ambulance sirens snapped me out of it. The paramedics asked "Are you the man in trouble?"

I said "No, it's the man over there lying on the ground."

One of the paramedics said "But sir, there is no man lying on the ground." "Look I saw the man lying there bleeding. I put my jacket over him and went to call for help and when I came back he was gone.

The paramedic said,"Was it a black and blue jacket you put over the man?"

I said "Yes why"?

The paramedic said "Sir you are wearing your jacket." I was wearing my jacket. The paramedic told me to go home and get some rest and they got back into the ambulance and drove off. I stood there for a few minutes thinking about what just happened. Then I went to my friend's house, (that's where I was going in the first place). I didn't tell my friends about what happened to me. However, not a day goes by when I don't think about what happened that night.

Was that man there and got up and took off or was it all my imagination? I don't think I'll ever know.

What about the jacket.

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