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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Volunteer (11/23/06)

TITLE: Mrs. Rose
By Preacher Johnson


Jane Armstrong, the head nurse of ICU stepps into room number 4, “Mrs. Rose, you don’t have to stay here. The doctors don’t think he’ll come out of the coma.”

“If it’s okay with you I’ll stay until it’s all over; no one should ever die alone.”

“Well then, I won’t force you to leave, you are a volunteer. Do you want the door open?”

“No, close the door please.”

With the closing of the door Mrs. Rose looked at her watch: 11:27pm. The only sound she could hear was the rhythmic sound of air moving through the respirator.

11:33pm. Mrs. Rose’s mind begins to wander. Maybe I should call my husband and let him know I won’t be coming home tonight. No, he’ll be in bed already, after all, this is not the first night I’ve sat with a dying man. Mrs. Rose resumes staring into the dark.

12:18am. Mrs. Rose prays: “Dear Lord, I don’t know why you have placed me here with this man tonight. Lord, the police find so many homeless people near death and bring them here. Please don’t let this man die without you. Dear Jesus, no one in this hospital even knows his name, but you know all about him. Father, I know the doctors have said that he will never come out of the coma, but Lord, please revive him so I can talk to him about you. May you somehow be honored and glorified in this man’s death. Please use me as your servant. In the name of my Lord Jesus Christ I pray. Amen.”

12:34am. Mrs. Rose’s eyes close. She is asleep.

1:05am. Mrs. Rose awakens just long enough to lite up the dial on her watch. She wonders why hospitals are so cold.

2:41am. Mrs. Rose stands and walks across the room and stairs out the window. She pulls a blanket out of the closet and sits back down in her chair.

2:43am. Another prayer: “Dear Lord, please somehow use me tonight...” The prayer goes unfinished as she falls back to sleep.

3:06am Mrs. Rose awakens to the footsteps of nurse Armstrong. The veteran nurse copies some numbers off the monitors onto her clipboard. Just before leaving the room she speaks; “Do you need anything Mrs. Rose?”

“No thank you. How is he doing?”

“There is no change in his condition. Mrs. Rose, you’re not getting enough sleep. You really should go home. I don’t understand why you would do this for someone you don’t even know.”

“I do this for the Lord.”

“The Lord? Will sitting with dying people get you to heaven?”

“No, no. I’m just hoping for the opportunity to share with this man how he can get to heaven.”

“But the doctors have said he’ll never come out of his coma.”

“I know, but you never know what the Lord may have in mind.”

“Well, whatever you say. By the way, we have some coffee at the nurses station. I can get you a cup.”

“No thank you. I think I’ll try to get some sleep.”

Nurse Armstrong closed the door behind her and Mrs. Rose soon was asleep in her chair.

4:44am. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Mrs. Rose catapults out of the chair the same instant that a team of nurses and a doctor charge into the room. Mrs. Rose stood anxiously praying in the corner of the room. The commotion comes to a stop. The young doctor breaks the silence, “Does anyone know the time?”

Mrs. Roses’ watch dial lights up, “4:51am.” is all she says.

“Time of death 4:51am” with that the physician walks out of the room. One by one the nurses follow him until Jane Armstrong and Mrs. Rose are the only two living persons left in the room.

“Mrs. Rose?”


Tears began to well up in nurse Armstrong’s eyes, “I’m up here every night. Some people get better, some like John Doe here don’t. This Lord you talk about must be important or you would of never done what you did tonight. Please share with me what you were going to share with him.”

“I most certainly will.”

5:20am. In the room with a dead body a new life begins.

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Angela Bailey11/30/06
I like the way you bring this story "full circle" as it were. It's a nice concept.
Louise Grobler12/01/06
Excellent piece of writing.
I had goose pumps all over my body. Almost a tear in the eye too.
Sara Harricharan 12/01/06
This was great. Loved it, good job!
dub W12/01/06
Okay, this is a good concept. The tense shifts were bothersome and some minor typos were there, like "stairs" rather than "stares". Otherwise the concept is solid and I applaud the ending.
Donna Powers 12/02/06
Good story! Mrs. Rose knew what she was there for; how wonderful that she obeyed God's leading. Nicely done.
Joanne Sher 12/03/06
What a wonderful woman! You did a wonderful job of telling us all about her. I enjoyed this - and loved your ending.
Amy Michelle Wiley 12/05/06
Love the ending! Well done and very realistic. Here's the critique you asked for on the boards. :-) I agree with Dub that you need to keep an eye on your tense shifts, spelling, and punctuation. I liked how you set up the time going by, but though some of them were unnecessary. Overall, though, I really appreciated this entry.
Myrna Noyes12/05/06
I really appreciated this piece, too! It shows that if we are faithful to His promptings, He can bring good out of the most hopeless situations. Thank you for sharing this touching story!
Marie Fieldman12/05/06
I like the style and the theme, but the tense (as others have said) needs some work. Also there are a few typos. You've a good idea here, without ideas you don't get anywhere, you can work on the other stuff.
Leigh MacKelvey12/07/06
I loved the story and concept! I could see the tired volunteer "just hanging in there" for a chance to tell the patient about Christ. You're very talented. Keep Writing!
Cheri Hardaway 12/08/06
I loved your entry. You did change from present to past tense a few times, and you need to keep an eye on that. Overall, a really nice job. I like this line: "...until Jane Armstrong and Mrs. Rose are the only two living persons left in the room." And I instinctively knew how it would end; good foreshadowing. Blessings, Cheri