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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Spam (not the meat) (11/03/11)

TITLE: History Maker
By Robin Ocasio


:Burrrrrrrr! I hate the cold! Why does the cold always make pain seem so much worse?; Pushing back the covers ever so slowly, Shay tentatively began to climb from her cozy nest. It hurt to move, every muscle ached. Her body, wrecked with pain, protested each movement.

Discouragement, deep dark depression plagued her soul. If anyone dared peek inside, they would be sucked into the same bottomless pit becoming trapped, just like her. She sighed deeply, :How had she made such a mess of her life?;

Sucking in a breath, Shay stifled a gasp of pain as she slowly raised herself from the edge of the bed. It wouldn・t do to waken Bubba if he where home. She didn・t know where he was. She was just thankful he wasn・t in the room with her now.

What was that? Instant fear coursed through her, welling up from within. The worst part was the sickening dread logged firmly in the pit of her gut; it was so hard to shake off.

Frozen in place she craned her ears. All was quiet. She only heard the muted cries of the baby in the upstairs apartment. It was a pitiful sound. One she could relate to, he was cute as a button, but malnourished. She wished she could help more. If Bubba caught her sneaking food to the family again, she would have to endure another beating.

Grimacing, she continued on to the window. She didn・t think she could take another beating. :Why was he so cruel? He wasn・t like that when they first married.;

Carefully, moving the ratty curtain she looked out into the pre-dawn light. First to one side, then to the other, the street appeared to be empty. It was eerily empty. She knew danger lurked in its shadows. Did she dare? Was now a good time to attempt her escape? :Oh, God Help me!; It slipped out from some place deep within, a breathy whispered cry, barely a thought, hardly a prayer.

In the heavenly realms, God smiled. Angels rejoiced. In an instant they looked to the Father, and received their cue. In the wink of an eye, they were off, faster than a thought, they hastened to earth, to do His bidding answering the desperate cry of one stray lamb.

Shay didn・t know where that thought had come from. She・d stopped relying in God ages ago. Miracles didn・t happen anymore and God didn・t love her. He most definitely didn・t see or care about her! If she was ever going to get out of this mess, she would have to find a way to make it happen herself. Not just for her sake, but for little Skye and Timmy, her own children, ages five and three respectively. They where the reason she continued on each day, somehow she had to make a better future for them. Living in this hellhole was simply not an option. They had to escape before Bubba went too far and killed them all.


Andrew squirmed in the pew, consequently receiving a disapproving glare from Mrs. Fitz seated next to him. He couldn・t help it, Pastor, Smith had a knack for making him squirm, pinning him right between the eyes week after week. :He must have a direct line into my psyche or something.;

Today・s message, based on Acts 9 was titled, :History Makers Do Not Treat God Like Spam.;

At the conclusion of the Service, Andrew hurried home; conviction nipping at his heels, prompting him to act, but he wasn・t sure how. So he did the only sure thing he knew. Pray.

:Father, I・m awed by you; how you spoke to Ananias a directed him to go help a stranger. Then changing Saul so completely, Ananias, did his part, listening and obeying. Lord, please speak to me too, just like Ananias. Help me! Father, I can be pretty dense sometimes, so please don・t let me miss your leading on this one. I love you, Lord. Amen!;

There! He・d done what he could; now he would wait and see.

After readying himself for the day ahead, Andrew found himself utterly stunned. His mouth hung open; he could barely believe his eyes as he stared at the computer screen. Elation bubbled up until happy laughter coupled with anticipation and excitement came pouring out.

There, in his spam folder was one single message.

:Go to 59 Kings Way; Apt 2B. Find a woman called Shay. Help her! I love you too! 此

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C D Swanson 11/17/11
Wow! That was some story, thank you. It elicited emotions and poignancy shot through me. I enjoyed this sad story that brought hope and Love from GOD at the end. Amazing...nicely done!

God Bless you~
Helen Curtis11/17/11
Just beautiful! How often we treat God's messages to us as 'spam' and not for the treasures they are to us. And I loved the email at the end, brought me goosebumps! Well done!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 11/19/11
This was full of intensity and suspense. You did a fantastic job of painting a vivid picture in the first few paragraphs.
Verna Mull 11/25/11
Loved the story. You must have a problem with your computer, but was able to read it all none the less. Good job of writing
C D Swanson 12/01/11
Congratulations and God Bless
Helen Curtis12/01/11
Highly commended! Well done Robin!
annie keys12/02/11
Beautiful, Robin! Well done!