Surviving

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Surviving the winter blast in Texas.

I have been through hell and back...  guess what..?  Hell froze over.  I lost power.
 
I got me and all the critters under all the blankets I could find.  I did not freeze because of the animals laying on me.  I did however go into a coma because of the lack of oxygen.  I was very close to death.  I finally got home, still no power, no heat, no oxygen.  I got back under the covers.  Was there for about 30 minutes.  Suddenly, the covers came off.  Power was restored, the police were there with a space heater and an electric blanket.  They went to work trying to fix my central heater.  They got it running a little.  It took the rest of the night but it finally got above freezing in the house.  I had not eaten or had anything to drink for days.  Even at the emergency shelter, where they took me, I could not keep anything on my stomach.  I really thought I was dying.  I felt like I was slipping away.  Then someone slapped me really hard.  It burned and I opened my eyes.  It was a big nurse.  She grinned, "We got her back."  She shouted very loud.  She has no idea how close she came to getting hit back.  I had the fist made.  I think I came back because it made me angry.
 
I was saved.  My babies were saved.  Someone brought me coffee and two sausage egg sandwiches.  I did not ask my stomach if it wanted them or not.  I ate them and dared my stomach to give them back.  They stayed down.  I did cough up a lot of mucus.
 
Send out prayers for those who have lost family members.  Offer to help someone.  There is no need for venom.  I saw more acts of kindness the last few days than you can ever imagine.  No one asked what color anyone was, or what political opinion they had.  It was "Can I help you?"  "What do you need."  "Here, lean on me... I'll get you out."  Old men with tractors pulling out young men with families trying to get to shelters.  Crockpots going with all sorts of soups to be passed out.  I instantly contributed the chicken in my freezer along with anything else they might like.
 
People helping people.  That is what America is about.  We are all equal.  We are all uniquely different but equal in value.  Not one flower is more important than another.  If we love our neighbor as ourselves...we have peace.


Submitted: February 22, 2021

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