January 28, 2007

• Phone Call’s Destiny

  THE PHONE CALL                                                    -
  Rubbing my eyes and pulling myself from the bed , I blindly made my way to the phone. Looking at the clock and seeing it was 1230 a.m. I wondered who would be calling this late. The first sounds was a familiar distant sobbing, then silence. My heart began to go into alarm as the dreaded middle of the night phone call began to materialize in my imagination then into reality. I sat in silence as the caller began her story. “Dad – I’m hurting and so lonely. You haven’t spent time with me and you don’t care about me. You gave me things and but I didn’t want things – I wanted you.” As I listened I began to pick up on the past tense of this conversation and wondered why. As I wondered my thoughts became clear as the hopelessness verbalized. “Dad, I’m going to end my life tonight and I just wanted to tell you why.” Before I could say a word the phone went dead. I frantically looked at the caller ID and re dialed the number. One ring, two rings, three rings. Oh God please help. four rings. I was so helpless. My heart pounded in heaviness. five rings Answer. “Hello, Hello”, I said. The caller was silent but on the phone. “Honey” was all I could say when she burst into crying. Minutes pasted in the darkness of the night. I felt any words from me would end this phone call permanently, so I waited. What seemed like an eternity was interrupted by her words of such sadness. She began to tell me of the lonely nights that she cried herself to sleep, the countless conversations she wanted to have with me but couldn’t because of her fears of rejection. I listened as she recounted the many different stories from her heavy heart. The darkness gave way to the light as the morning greeted us through the windows. Hope seemed to return to her voice and by the time she said her final good byes I knew she would be OK all because I listened. I then walked into my daughters room and thanked God that they were all OK and that this phone call was a wrong number. by Randy
  DESTINY
  The chill morning air brushed across my face. I woke with fear in my heart. Something was wrong, dead wrong. The feeling was so overwhelming that I almost couldn’t get out of bed. I walked downstairs only to find people weeping hysterically in my living room. I ran to my Mom and put my arms around her asking what was wrong but she didn’t move – it was like I was not even there. Then, I went over to my best friend, Amy, and tried talking to her but all she did was mumble something over and over again. I couldn’t understand what she was saying. Then I heard my name, “Jennifer” the voice continued ” Why did you do this? We all loved you.” “Oh, Jenny, how am I going to make it through High School without my best friend?” she said between sobs. My whole family was in the living room crying over me. They actually loved me. In one single moment I had been selfish and torn a piece of their heart out. In one single moment I had taken my life. Who would of known they cared? I fell to the ground and cried out to God and said, “Please forgive me. I was alone. I was hurt. Please let me have another chance.” Then I woke up. My pillow stained with tears. I thanked God for letting me live one more day. by Kristina Tramp
  
  These stories are fictional. Each story was written separately on the same day. I and my daughter Kristina did not know we were writing stories with the same message until we read each others story together. We need to listen to the silent cries that are all around us before it’s too late and they pass into the night without his light.

  I’ll be in Branson, Missiouri this week. -for training.  I don’t know how much web time I’ll have, so have a great week. 

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