It was a fresh spring morning, and my, did she ever enjoy working
among her thriving plants. It seems like every day there were new things
to marvel at; a sweet new bud kissed by a dew drop on her rosebush;
quietly watching the mother bird as she scurried about feeding her adorable,
but always frantically hungry young. Sevta smiled as she stooped to scratch
out more weeds from her row, how like her own clamouring children so many
years ago.
Sevta looked up when a donkey brayed, and a feeling of dizziness
swirled around her. She leaned on the hoe waiting for the feeling to pass,
What is happening to me?Maybe if I can get to the
house and rest awhile I will soon feel better.Darkness overshadowed her.
She could not see where she was going. If I can only make it to my bed,
I'll be okay. Take a drink of water... She reached out her hand groping for
direction. She took one step, then another. The hoe clattered to the ground
beneath her weakened hand. I must not fall, I must not. Mary'am will be
stopping in in a few minutes like she always does on her way to market
I must not frighten her. Seven more steps and you'll be at the door.
You can do it, Rebecca, you can do it. You can see a little bit.
Keep going, just keep going.
"Oh, Adonai, help me," she cried as she fell against the door frame and
collapsed to the ground.
But no human heard her.
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