by Joseph Adenuga
Many people believe they have life
all figured out…but sometimes it just doesn’t turn out the way they planned it.
Why? Life Happens…C’est la vie, the French will say.
Once upon a time a pretty woman was
serving life sentence in prison. She was angry and resentful about her
situation that she decided she would rather die than to live another year in
prison. Over the years in the prison she had become good friends with one of
the prison caretakers. His job, among others, was to bury the dead prisoners
outside the prison walls. When a prisoner died, the caretaker rang a bell,
which was heard by everyone. The caretaker then got the body and put it in a
casket. Next, he entered his office to fill out the death certificate before
returning to the casket to nail the lid shut. Finally, he put the casket on a
wagon to take it to the graveyard and bury it. Knowing this routine, the woman
devised an escape plan and shared it with the caretaker. The next time the bell
rang, the woman would leave her cell and sneak into the dark room where the
coffins were kept. She would slip into the coffin with the dead body while the
caretaker was filling out the death certificate. When the caretaker returned,
he would nail the lid shut and take the coffin outside the prison with the
woman in the coffin along with the dead body. He would then bury the coffin.
The woman knew there would be enough air for her to breathe until later in the
evening when the caretaker would return to the graveyard under the cover of
darkness, dig up the coffin, open it and set her free.
The caretaker was reluctant to go
along with this plan, but since he and the woman had become good friends over
the years, he agreed to do it. The woman waited several weeks before someone in
the prison died. She was asleep in her cell when she heard the death bell ring.
She got up and slowly walked down the hallway. She was nearly caught a couple
of times. Her heart was beating fast. She opened the door to the darkened room
where the coffins were kept. Quietly in the dark, she found the coffin that
contained the dead body, carefully climbed into the coffin and pulled the lid
shut to wait for the caretaker to come and nail the lid shut. Soon she heard
footsteps and the pounding of the hammer and nails. Even though she was very
uncomfortable in the coffin with the dead body, she knew that with each nail
she was one step closer to freedom. The coffin was lifted onto the wagon and
taken outside to the graveyard. She could feel the coffin being lowered into
the ground. She didn’t make a sound as the coffin hit the bottom of the grave
with a thud. Finally she heard the dirt dropping onto the top of the wooden
coffin, and she knew that it was only a matter of time until she would be free
at last.
After several minutes of absolute
silence, she began to laugh. She was free! She was free! Feeling curious, she
decided to light a match to find out the identity of the dead prisoner beside
her. To her horror, she discovered that she was lying next to the dead
caretaker.
The
morale of the story? Just in case you think you have it all figured out, think
again and be flexible with life because Life Happens.(An Award Winning Toastmasters Speech-Oct2014)
*story adapted from an anonymous article