The story of the broken road

2007-10-22T15:52:35+02:00

My brother asked me to write a description of a rose but i misheard him and thought he said write a description of a road...

The road is broken but nobody is doing anything about it. It was perfect once: smooth, solid tarmac – you could glide across it on a skateboard without any fear of falling off. Now the road is filled with holes. Holes that began life as small chips – harmless really; but over time they grew into bigger holes, filling up with rain until they eventually evolved into enormous, unwelcoming pits. Before we knew it the road was covered in holes – rough, stony potholes which housed small pools of dank, oily water. Some people complained but nothing was done about it. A few good sorts went out of their way to find solutions. They raised money. They wrote to the council. They even tried to repair the holes themselves. But each and every attempt to resolve the problem proved ultimately futile. The money was unwisely spent. The council had other roads to mend and other roads to build. Finally, their attempts at repairing the roads themselves proved to be most dissatisfying. General responses ranged from apathy and indifference: “What’s the point in doing that? It’ll only break again anyway,” to hostility and derision: “Why are you doing that? What are you trying to achieve? Who do you think you are?” The people who wanted to repair the road could answer all of these questions quite simply: we just want to do something; we just want to help; the road is broken.

That is all.

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The story of the broken road