A Call For Help

A blazing red firetruck blaring its sirens pulls up to the last house on my side of the street. A crowd encircles the home as its owner stands outside, his phone to his ear. “I need help now!” he screams into the phone.

“We’ll get someone there right away,” the calm voice reassures him. “Stay on the line until you see a firetruck, okay?”

The crowd murmurs as the flames roar higher into the night sky, engulfing the entire home. Flames of fire climb into the heavens, causing the moonlight to blush.

He falls to his knees, with tears in his eyes. A neighbor comes over to him, and without a word, rests her hand on his shoulder.

“What have I done?” he cries to himself. “Things will never be the same again.” He buries his head in his hands, sobbing.

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Check out my latest edition of the book I wrote twenty years ago called The Gift of a Rose: Witness to a Transformation.” It is a compilation of prose and some meditation I wrote as I was going through my experience as a metastatic breast cancer survivor. Let me know what you think!