The Journey

                                                Island. Guenter Kirchweger

(Photo credit: Guenter Kirchweger)

Roberto Cavalli’s eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, but it was difficult, the only sound which seemed to permeate the atmosphere was the clanging on the rail tracks. He tried to move his arms but it was as hopeless as trying to lift a mountain so he just gave up.

Soon, he heard a cough and tried to turn his head but a chuckle escaped him instead though it sounded like a plea for help. ”Why don’t you sleep Roberto, forget Isabella and the kids, God would take care of them,” a voice whispered shrilly in his head but he ignored it, there was no reason he’d give in to that tormenting spirit which made him jump in the first place.

”But, how I’m going to get out of here?” He asked out loud and was not expecting an answer, and then there was that cough again. What’s more, it was getting louder, so was the noise of the train, but he couldn’t move as a blinding light beamed on him.

Now, Roberto was sure he was no longer alone, the grating annoying sound on the gravel was unnerving. And ever so slowly, the head of a shrivelled old man appeared, his green eyes reminded Roberto of the eyes of his newborn son, Argento. The man peered down at him and cackled, his green eyes seemed to dance with delight.

”I don’t know how many people I’ll meet on the journey of my life, but I’m sure as hell proud to have known you! And you’re lucky I’m by your side today.”

”Who are you?” Roberto asked and winced in pain.

”I am Second Chance, SC for short, you lost your job and your house was repossessed, so you thought you’d end it all by jumping in front of a fast-moving train.”

Roberto watched through the corner of his eyes at another approaching train which was inching closer at each passing second.

”I did no such thing! I lost my footing!”

”Oh yes you did jump, you thought you’ve lost everything, yet you had everything.”

”Can you get me out of here?” Roberto asked, suddenly overcome with guilt, he didn’t want to die anymore.

”Yes, you only need to ask.” The old man said kindly.

”Please, help me!” Roberto begged, ”I’m in so much pain, don’t know how I could still speak.”

”I thought you’d never ask.”

And the man touched him and Roberto found himself back on the platform. He looked round wildly and saw a limping old man walking away, he wanted to run after him but changed his mind.

”You’re sure one lucky dude,” said the guy standing beside him before stepping into the district line train. Roberto stood rooted to the spot, what just happened to him?

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Life could be incredibly hard sometimes but losing hope and ending it all is not supposed to be an option. Thanks for reading my post!

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The Angels Of Mercy.

Newborn child, seconds after birth. The umbili...

Newborn child, seconds after birth. The umbilical cord has not yet been cut. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

6.am, January 26, 2002.

This is a true story, please read on…

They left their house optimistic about the new baby that would soon grace their home, the husband helped his beaming but heavily pregnant wife into their brand new Toyota Carina‘s car and they zoomed out of their new house en route the hospital.

12 hours later… At 11pm.

The baby head’s was not descending.

”Too big,” the junior doctor on duty murmured and decided on a caesarean section, a process where they would surgically removed the baby. They paged the consultant who came to the hospital within fifteen minutes. As the wife was slowly wheeled into the theatre, she saw her husband by the door, he looked tired and very scared, he had been a sentry all day at the hospital reception, waiting for his wife and new son to come out. She touched his hand and whispered with tears in her eyes,

”I am so sorry, I tried,”

”It’s okay darling, I’ll be waiting for you, I love you,” and he kissed her on the cheek and she disappeared into the theatre and the battle began. A forty-five minutes operation turned into two, three, four hours…

The anaesthetic applied was three times over the limit and the drug shut down her heart, the mistake was to set in motion a series of errors which ended in tragedy…

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The consultant’s brows creased up in a frown, everything that could go wrong did and he was very close to this particular patient, he was quiet fond of her and her new husband. What he loved about them was their love for each other, so he would do everything within his power to make sure she did not die on his watch.

”Time of death, 2.21 am,” a young doctor announced, he had been on his feet all day,  he’d managed a toast bread since morning and was teetering towards exhaustion. Nurses had been on strike at the general hospital for a week and he had been on duty almost every day, keeping his eyelids open was a herculean task.

”No,” the consultant snapped,  ”charge the defibrillator to two hundred.”

They did and there was a beeping sound on the machine which indicated the heart was beating normally, sighs of relief permeated the atmosphere as the consultant worked feverishly to bring the baby out. With that part over, the baby who was blue due to lack of oxygen was quickly taken to the neonatal intensive care. The doctor was sewing her up when there was another flat line.

The stubborn doctor performed external chest compression and the defibrillator ( a machine used to send electric shock to the heart to make it work again) was used to charge her heart again and it worked, but only for a few minutes and the third time her heart stopped, the doctor wanted to call it.

He asked a nurse to page another consultant while he ordered one of the junior doctors to start external chest compression and he fled the theatre.

Outside, he saw the husband sitting down looking lost and very tired. When the husband heard approaching footsteps, he jumped to his feet and blurted out,

”How is my wife, is she okay?”

The doctor swallowed hard before replying,

”There was a technical problem about the anaesthetic and I am so sorry,” But the words got stuck in his throat, he couldn’t bring himself to say his wife was dead.

Instead he grabbed his hands and promised, ”Your wife would be fine, have you seen your son?”

”Yes,” the husband replied with his voice trembling, ”he doesn’t look too good,”

The doctor nodded and  rushed back to the theatre, the junior doctor was still performing the compressions. The consultant took over as two senior doctors entered the theatre and they fought to save the life of this young wife.

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7th February 2002.

The husband sat down in his living room surrounded by family and friends, they prayed, they cried and they left.

And he was alone… there was no crying of a newborn infant, just dead silence. He sat alone, staring into space.

And then his wife walked in from the room and he stood up, they hugged.

He was no longer alone.

Their son did not survive but the wife did. They have another chance to start again, they mourned for Angel, their son, but knew they would see him again on heaven’s shores.

03, December 2002.

Eleven months later, they welcomed another son into their home and their joy was full, it was a miracle. Four years later, a daughter came and another four years later, another son.

And they said, the Lord has been merciful…

I was (is) that woman…

And my husband… well he was (is) the…husband.

I believe in second chances, I was dead, but I am alive again!

Don’t you think that was so sweet?

Battle Of The Birds

I was awoken from a very deep sleep with the droning voice of my ten-year old son complaining about his sister’s incessant noise. Well, I had to stand up and calm a rapidly disintegrating situation. I was up till like four in the morning writing my NaNoWrimo novel, so I was not in a very good mood.

Duck mob

Duck mob (Photo credit: jf1234)

And then there was a miracle, my husband had taken the day off work and skillfully rescued my life from the lion cubs (that’s what I call my children when they are in that kind of mood) by suggesting that we all go to the park.

I didn’t think it was a great idea but off we went and we had a blast! The only snag  was, I left my camera at home, I would have taken pictures of how Squirrels, Ducks and Geese were battling to have a taste of the nuts my children were carrying. They did give out the nuts but it got to a stage where I was scared we would be mobbed by the ravenous birds.

My son then remarked, ”Mom, it’s the battle of the birds” And that was where I coined the title for this post.

The ducks got the upper hand partly because they were bigger and though the squirrels did put up a good fight, they were outnumbered by the ducks and geese. An hour later, we were on our way home because it was getting cold and I couldn’t help but relate that experience to life generally.

Life is incredibly hard and sometimes just surviving from one day till the next is a mammoth task but we should be very grateful to God for every little blessings!

Now, I’ll get back to my writing…