The Pricing of Being Good

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Blinding light awaken the boy. He doesn't remember where he is. He doesn't know why his breathing is really long and labored. His throat is parched. His eyes are still drowsy from sleep. Frigid air must have been seeping inside the car for his fingers feels numb. He feels paralyzed, entrenched in his seat.

He takes a really deep breath and manages to move his head. He turns his head to his right ever so slowly to check his surroundings. Blood literally drained from the boy's face. Beside him laid a figure of beautiful woman reposed awkwardly. She laid sprawled on the shotgun seat, blood starting to freeze on a bullet hole in the middle of her forehead. Instantly, memories of last night's events incurred in his head, rushing in all at once like a dam bursting. It was concerting to him so fast that he started to develop a light migraine.

He started to cry. Heavy, painful tears streaming down his cheeks. His heart's raw wound started to open up again.

"This is all my fault!" cried the boy. Slowly banging his head pitifully on the driver's wheel. "I couldn't save my love!"

"Christiaan, my son," someone spoke faintly. "Please do not cry."

Christiaan's head snapped up. "Who is there? Maris-Grandpa?" Christiaan said slowly. He recognized his grandfather's voice but he was leery because his grandfather had died nine years ago.

"Yes, my boy," Grandpa speaks softly. "Please don't cry, none of this doing is your fault."

"Where are you Grandpa?" asks Christiaan, looking around. "I can't see you."

"You will soon, my dear child, I'll be right here with you." says his grandfather gently with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Why did this have to happen?" Christiaan asks.

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Christiaan Leclair was a posthumous child. His father died too young before his time. His father died while Christiaan was still in his mother's womb. There was still three months to go before Mrs. Leclair was scheduled to give birth to her son. Mr. Leclair died on duty by boldly saving an innocent child in the Middle East. The child was caught inside a burning building. Flames threatened to engulf the child and the building could collapse any minute. The fire was started by rebellious insurgents, who were defying people's human rights. The child's parents fell victim to their shooting.

The letter the Leclair household received said:

January 7, 2004
Mrs. Addilyn Leclair
636 Raven Street
Denver, Colorado 43245-6543

DearMrs. Leclair,

I wanted you to know how much we regret the loss of your husband, Sergeant First Class John S. Leclair. The entire unit joins me in sending our deepest sympathies and understanding during this period of bereavement. John died on active duty while he was posted in Iraq. He heroically saved a life under threat at a cost of his life. We can assure you that the boy he saved is under our care. We grieve for his loss.