The way she walked commanded the attention of everyone around. Her poise was dignified as she looked straight ahead with her head held high. Her gait was also well controlled in the heels she wore to match her perfectly fitted pencil skirt. Her hair was flowing as she walked. It reflected the light that illuminated around her to give off an angelic effect. She was beautiful as she walked with grace and in peace. No one would ever know that just an hour earlier she was faced with a very difficult decision.
You see, she had to choose between a life and death situation that would bring her great sorrow and would eventually lead to a broken heart. The only solace she found was that the promise of tomorrow would bring hope and joy to someone else.
Just eight months ago, she reveled in the most precious of days with the rustling of leaves from al the nearby maple trees. The red-orange sea around the neighborhood brought such a beautiful change to the landscape. The air was crisp and the sound of weekend family activity was like a melody with a chorus of laughter. It was in the midst of that beauty that darkness would begin to fall.
Her six-year-old son, Isaac, had been involved in a horrific car accident while returning home with his father. Isaac sustained life-threatening injuries to include significant head trauma. The well-trained medical staff did all they could to preserve life and bring the organism to full recovery. Isaac had been on life-support for six months when the medical staff began to impress upon the truth that she fought so hard to bring into full consciousness.
She wrestled with her grief and mustered up all her strength to allow rationalization to flow. The frequent hospital visits allowed her to appreciate the hospital activity that one can fail to realize when simply driving by the facility. She gained knowledge of the overwhelming amount of families who were struggling and managing with the illness of their loved ones. Through some of her hospital interactions, she learned of a patient, in a nearby city, in need of a heart transplant.
She had a decision to make, so she set out of the room to find the nearest chapel. She prayed and prayed until there was no more prayer left. In spite of the turmoil in her heart, she found the peace of delivering hope to someone else. And she began to walk.
Short story and all fictitious.
