tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40204142351668516782024-02-07T22:26:58.418-08:00Red's Rambling JourneyRiettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-29145758470209965122020-03-21T00:19:00.001-07:002020-03-21T00:28:01.590-07:00Don't waste the pandemic<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">WOW it's been two years since my last post. A lot has happened as it does in life, but never more so as now during the Covid-19 pandemic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I'm sure many around the world who are contemplating cause and effect, the "Why?", are wondering what is the purpose of all this to us as humanity? We are already seeing positive effects on the environment with cleaner air, less polluted water, lower stress on infrastructure and so on. Which proves that if we want we can make a difference to environmental impact from modern living and the effect it has on climate change.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">But that's not all surely.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">On the home front we are constricted in our movements, majority of people working from home globally, extremely low travel between countries, and limits on socialization between friends and family. For those of us with the means, we are grateful for modern technologies to keep us connected but many can't just slip comfortably into home-based living and work.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There are millions world wide who do not sit in cushy homes with digital media streaming 24/7.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There are millions who do not have the luxury of working from home but have to go out to work, whether it be hourly paid work, manufacturing, health care, security, police, and such.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There are thousands who cannot work because their places of work has been closed. Theaters, cinemas, restaurants, pubs etc in some countries.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And you wonder why?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I'm seeing how quickly business owners are adapting their product delivery. by implementing home deliveries or order-and-pickup to keep cash flowing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I'm seeing how local grocery shops are offering retirement home / care home deliveries at no cost.<br />I'm seeing how large grocery chains accommodate those who are vulnerable to venture out, by having strict access at specific times for them only.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I'm seeing how theater companies are starting partnerships with digital media and television channels to reproduce their stage works for screens.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I'm seeing how a music stage production that had to shut down, had recorded their songs and is offering it for download to help support the out-of-work actors. > <a href="http://www.vrtheatrical.com/shop" target="_blank">Support them here</a> <</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I'm seeing how in-person workshops are now extended to use technology to deliver the same.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I'm seeing how companies previously rejecting work from home is now opening that opportunity and might be surprised at the positive results. (There is a whole new world in online collaboration which I will write about in a separate post.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">But many millions will lose their jobs, economies are tanking so what's the point?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">If you've managed to scan through to here I'm grateful.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">So here are my personal thoughts about what the point could possibly be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This worldwide pandemic is giving us a unique opportunity to break with the mundaneness of everyday life. Of 'going through the motions' without thinking of the Bigger Picture.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Epidemics and Pandemics have come and gone through the ages and one thing has never changed. God. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Did God cause this? No.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Did He allow this? Yes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">So ask yourself. Why? And this is the most important Why of all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">You have to admit that you call to God more often when things get tough. We use Him as a Go-To to get us out of trouble when we lose hope in the things from this world. He calls those who have strayed and those who have rejected in times of trouble. He pulls even closer the faithful to comfort and strengthen our faith.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">So here is your opportunity.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>DON'T WASTE THE PANDEMIC</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Call to God to draw near to Him </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners; and purify your hearts, you double-minded. James 4:8</span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Pray to Him for strength to lift you up</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.They will soar on wings like eagles;they will run and not grow weary,they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31 </span></blockquote>
<b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Reach out to others in despair and encourage them</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing. 1 Thess 5:11</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Therefore do not be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord, nor of me his prisoner, but share in suffering for the gospel by the power of God. 2 Tim 1:8</span></blockquote>
<b style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Praise Him in times of trouble</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Cor 12:9-10</span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Think about where your priorities lie. They might need some adjustment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">God Bless to All and may you all come through stronger in Faith, closer to God.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-18898078527861002592018-04-27T05:50:00.001-07:002022-08-15T13:09:54.488-07:00My writing experience to dateI'm busy writing my first novel. It's (possibly, who knows) a Young Adult fantasy novel and the whole writing experience has been somewhat of a surprise. I thought I'd jot down the experience to date....<br />
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<br />Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-71370738652366877932017-08-09T15:18:00.001-07:002017-08-09T15:18:03.850-07:00This too shall pass .... eventually<br />
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My father was a very wise and insightful man. His favorite saying in times of trouble was that "This too shall pass." Over my younger and adult years I have always held on to this saying. But it seems that the older I get, and I'm not old by a long shot, the time it takes for things to pass is taking longer and longer. And the 'this' is getting more and more serious as well. </div>
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It might be that God is entrusting me with more so that His glory will be sung all the more greater when victory is to be had, as it will.</div>
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But just for now I would like, and pray, to be given just a little less, a little quicker to pass.</div>
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Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-39486957022253936082017-06-14T09:18:00.005-07:002017-06-14T09:19:11.037-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><b>Saw a speeding hearse today .... guess someone really was late for his own funeral. </b></span></div>
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Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-42808797509656770302017-06-14T09:16:00.000-07:002017-06-14T09:16:19.745-07:00fridge intentions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-40432911968203266212016-08-22T13:53:00.001-07:002016-08-22T13:53:43.409-07:00Caviar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-3191934987352712622016-08-16T13:18:00.001-07:002016-08-16T13:18:51.834-07:00Tread LightlyWhen puns hit the tar ...<br />
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<br />Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-16198219816835552162016-07-09T13:37:00.003-07:002016-07-09T13:37:33.579-07:00Letting go<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-66278775854433170642016-07-09T13:23:00.005-07:002016-07-09T13:39:45.847-07:00On bullying<div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;">
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"Bullying is unwanted, aggressive behaviour among school aged children
that involves a real or perceived power imbalance." *</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;">But it's NOT just physical, but also emotional
or even intellectual. I just call it<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b><u>abuse</u></b><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>and those committing it,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b><u>abusers</u></b>. I don't care
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">* </span></span><span style="color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.1px;"><a href="http://www.stopbullying.gov/what-is-bullying/definition/">http://www.stopbullying.gov/what-is-bullying/definition/</a> </span></span></span>Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-32452216843502044412016-07-09T13:21:00.000-07:002016-07-09T13:21:08.047-07:00Growing comes from changing<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My whole life currently is dunked into all of these
intersections. In the past year I've
gone from believing the best of people, giving everyone the benefit of the
doubt, to acknowledging that everyone is not like me. I've gone from being
judgemental to seeing the humanity in others I've avoided. I've gone from
avoiding people who are different to embracing their differences which is
broadening my horizons and my life experience. And I'm seeing the value in
having those uncomfortable conversations which has given me opportunity to grow
and learn.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">~red~</span></div>
Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-50962494129738737282016-07-09T13:17:00.001-07:002016-07-09T13:17:04.561-07:00Afrikaans<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-10776730528140609352016-05-01T12:21:00.002-07:002016-05-01T12:21:37.019-07:00sleep<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-32614515923629002992016-04-28T12:51:00.002-07:002016-04-28T12:51:25.229-07:00yearning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-25687372823721812152016-04-27T00:27:00.000-07:002016-04-27T00:27:12.538-07:00Sure thing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-57292525436252562872016-04-25T02:35:00.003-07:002016-04-25T02:35:53.911-07:00Silence beneath<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-29791008031040360312016-04-22T04:08:00.003-07:002016-04-22T04:08:47.118-07:00least resistance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-22130768618805827782016-04-07T03:09:00.003-07:002016-04-07T03:09:45.686-07:00No more drowningI wrote this poem probably around 1998 and stumbled on it in my files today:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><strong>No more drowning</strong><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><strong><br /></strong></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I
was drowning in an ocean of fear<br />
Waves were pushing me under the cold and dark waters<br />
Not a soul replied, none reached out their hand at my shout<br />
None believed me for I was the one in doubt<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I
thought I was strong,<br />
Placing trust in my own two feet<br />
But as I stepped out on my own,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">
I sank and started to drown.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But
then HE called out my name<br />
And the water and distance beneath my feet<br />
Made place for HIS Rock<br />
And HE lifted me high when I replied:<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Jesus!
I don't believe in myself anymore<br />
No more trusting in my own feet to carry me<br />
My trust I place in You , O Lord,<br />
For You're the One that set me free<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As
things went well and hours turned to days,<br />
I forgot when once I fell beneath waves<br />
Back in those days<br />
When I trusted in my own foolish ways<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But
as the sinking feeling returned,<br />
and I stepped out on waters alone<br />
HE called out my name and as I turned<br />
I remembered and cried:<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Jesus!
I don't want to believe in myself anymore<br />
No more trusting in my own feet to carry me<br />
My trust I place in You , O Lord,<br />
For You're the One that set me free</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 7.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">~Riette~</span>Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-34990495027001171432016-03-24T12:00:00.006-07:002016-04-05T09:37:04.091-07:00No matter<div style="text-align: right;">
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Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-69082420528790117202016-03-24T11:31:00.001-07:002016-04-05T09:37:21.794-07:00Choose life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Riettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653546609908533781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020414235166851678.post-65235647948906259772016-03-14T01:39:00.000-07:002016-03-14T01:39:03.026-07:00First short story: Anna(This is the short story that was submitted as my final assignment for my writing course. Some minor edits have been suggested which I have not completed.)<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Anna sat waiting in the grey
wingback chair. Despite her age, she still had good posture and sat with a
straight back. Some called her disciplined, some would dare to whisper she’s
cold, but never would anyone have called her emotional. No one was aware of the inner turmoil that
she would fight down regularly. A small clue of her emotional state was the way
she would absently rub her left wrist. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Frustrated
she quickly got up and walked to the window to peer through the curtains at the
dark street. Her hazel eyes squinted at the dark street, the street lights
reflecting in her wire-rim glasses. She absently tucked loose grey hair behind
her ear, her fingers thin and strong. She walked back to the chair and sat down
again. She started rubbing her wrist again and absently looked down at the scar
that crossed it like a bracelet cut in half. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Her phone
started to vibrate to the tune of a Beethoven concerto. The screen did not
display the number she expected and she quickly answered with expert fingers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Hello,”
she answered in a clipped tone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Good
evening, Mam,” the distorted voice on the other side replied. “Is this Anna?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Yes
it is,” she replied as a cold hand started to squeeze at her heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“This
is Robert Hill. I’m an EMT from ER Ambulance services. Do you know a Susan
Steward?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">A
numbing cloud covered her as she clutched the phone tighter. “My daughter’s name is Susan Steward” she
replied in a steady voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“We
found your name in your daughter’s phone", the EMT replied. "She’s
been in an accident. There’s significant trauma to her head and she has a
broken left leg and some ribs which we have stabilised. She is unconscious, but
stable and we are transferring her now to Sunninghill Hospital. Do you
understand?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Anna
willed her voice to be calm and her breath to return. “Yes. I do. I will be on
my way and meet you there. Thank you.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“OK,
I will see you at the Casualty reception once we have handed her over to the
staff. Goodbye.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The
phone went dead and she sat still for a moment, the conversation running at
high speed over in her mind. She stood up slowly, straightened her back and
with a determined set to her chin she picked up her handbag and keys and walked
out into the uncertainty of the future.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">***<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The beeps and mechanical
whooshing were not the only sounds in the room. Anna's own heart was beating so
hard she felt she could hear it in her ears. She willed her heart to beat hard
enough for them both, but looking at her daughter's pale and tight face, she
knew she had no power at all in the face of death.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Anna's
hand was damp as she held onto her daughter's hand, trying not to hurt the
frail skin around the IV needle. With her free hand she took off her glasses
and wiped tears from her cheeks. She wasn’t used to tears that wouldn't stop
flowing, no matter how often she would wipe them away. As she looked up at the monitor,
she squinted and put her glasses back on. The beeps and whooshing continued
steadily, as if they were trying to slow down her own heart beat and breathing
to match that of her daughter's. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">An
alarm made her quickly jump up and two nurses came rushing into the room. Anna
moved into the corner and stood watching as they checked vitals and machines.
Her helplessness was like a shroud preparing for the cold of death.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“She
just coughed”, they assured her as they reset buttons and made their patient
comfortable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">As
they left the room, Anna lowered herself slowly in the well-worn chair, picked
up her daughter’s hand and continued listening and waiting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">A
memory came flooding into her mind, like the fluid flowing down the IV line.
Her daughter, only months old, sleeping on her chest. Their heartbeats in sync,
their breathing slowed in a matching rhythm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;">A knock on the door interrupted the brief relief of
her memory and she watched as the neurologist entered the room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;">“Mrs. Steward, may we have a word?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;">She nodded and followed the doctor to the ICU family
lounge and sat down on the soft couch. The doctor sat down and looked at her.
She saw something different in his eyes, a look of sadness that she didn't want
to see. He had already told her that there was little hope of recovery so what
else can there be?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;">“Just say it”, she said with a quivering voice that
had lost its control over the past 2 days.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;">“We've just had a call from the detective
investigating Susan’s accident. He thought it might be easier if I tell you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;">She could see he was trying to find the right words,
so she waited, rubbing at the scar on her wrist. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 36.0pt;">
<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;"> “An eyewitness
has come forward and said that Susan deliberately drove into the wall. He saw how
she left her lane and accelerated towards the wall.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;">Instead of replying she slowly got up, moving like she
had aged 20 years in the past couple of days. She slowly walked back to her
daughter’s room and stood in the doorway, looking at the still and white face
that was waiting for the relief of death that was inevitable. She sat down again and took her daughter’s
hand. She saw the scar on her wrist and tears started flowing more bitterly,
but this time it came with howls of grief breaking from her body that echoed
through the ward. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-ZA" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA;">“I should have seen! I should have known!” she cried
out. “Who better to know? I could've helped had I just taken the time!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 36pt;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 36pt;">She
dropped her head on her daughter’s chest the moment that the monitor let out a long and forlorn wail that matched her own.</span></div>
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