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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Vision (08/03/06)

TITLE: Once Blind
By Trina Courtenay
08/08/06


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Home care workers risk losing their hearts to their patients. This happened to me from the moment I laid eyes on seven year old Chloe. Chloe was born with an endless list of health issues. Within the first few days of birth she’d been diagnosed with epilepsy, cerebral palsy and if that wasn’t enough the doctors said this precious little bundle of joy was also blind.

I took my job seriously. I’d do anything for Chloe. And I did. I knew in my heart God placed us together for a reason. The extent of that reason wasn’t clear in the beginning so I did what I thought would please Him. For the next eleven months we spent endless afternoon hours outside as I told her of Jesus. How she was His child and as such when she went to heaven she’d be able to run through fields of wildflowers and see all the shades of the rainbow.

Other days I would describe the colors surrounding us. Purple tasted like grape juice. The warm sun on her face felt like the color yellow. The fresh cut grass smelled green.

We’d end our afternoon’s together singing, ‘What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong’. Chloe would smile from ear to ear showing her delight which was her only way of communicating.

Then one day after spending a delightful spring afternoon with my beloved Chloe I was called home. I begged Father to let me stay for I promised Chloe I’d be there for her always and forever. He agreed.

Now as I sit here in the garden awaiting her arrival I’m aware of the full reason why He placed us together. There is no way of telling time here so I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for Chloe in terms of days, weeks or months but I can tell you Chloe passed into eternity shortly after her eighth birthday. She had spent eight extremely painful, sightless years on earth but by the power, love and will of Our Heavenly Father, her health issues become a thing of the past and her vision corrected.

Off in the distance I hear the sweetest voice singing, I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom, for me and for you*…

The sound of her voice draws near. Looking up I glimpse her standing under a weeping willow donning a lovely rainbow colored gown. I should have expected she wouldn’t go for the traditional white gown. As she bent down to inhale the intoxicating scent of yellow rose I heard her exclaim, “A rose. Smells like the color pink.” I giggle to myself not wanting to interrupt nor intrude on her special day but she hears me and glances in my direction.

“Nana?” Chloe began to smile as she realized who I was causing her once blank, crystal blue eyes to light up with the light of life.

I see skies of blue, and clouds of white*…

“Chloe.”

“Oh Nana. When you didn’t come back on Monday I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Honey, Jesus knew my heart’s desire and paved the way for us to stay together. He knew I desired to be here with you on the day you received your vision and here I am. What a blessing it is to serve Him.” Pausing long enough to take her into my arms I continued, “Would you like me to point out to you what colors are what?”

The bright blessed day, dark sacred night*…

“Nana, you really don’t need to. You did such a great job describing colors; it’s as if I was never blind.”

A lone tear slips away sliding down my sun kissed cheek as I thank Our Father for answered prayer.

The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky*…



*Lyrics to 'What a Wonderful World' by Louis Armstrong


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Ann FitzHenry08/10/06
Beautiful story! I love that song! I thought you did a wonderful job with the topic. I loved how you described the colors. (Purple tasted like grape juice, etc.) Great job!
Jan Ackerson 08/11/06
Lovely and tender. Be careful of switching from past to present tense and back again. This piece is very sweet.
Marty Wellington 08/12/06
Very vivid imagery made me feel a part of your tender story. Unique perspective.
Caitlynn Lowe08/14/06
A very sweet story.
Brenda Craig08/14/06
What a tender sweet story of love, companionship and God's faithfulness. Trina keep up the good work and I want to thank you for all the encouragement you give to others. You are a blessing. Brenda
Jen Davis08/14/06
A great first line and an enticing title. I love that song too and liked how you included some of the words into your piece. A very enjoyable read.
Tracey Jackson08/15/06
A true vision of hope. My favourite line: “Nana, you really don’t need to. You did such a great job describing colors; it’s as if I was never blind.”
Great job!
Joanne Sher 08/15/06
I LOVE how you weave the song through the narrative - very effective. This is a sweet story.
T. F. Chezum08/16/06
Like the story, like the song and the way you weaved it in. Very good job.
Edy T Johnson 08/16/06
Is there any limit to how many stories we can add to our "favorites" list? I love this tender story, especially how Nana describes colors to Chloe, and the happy ending.
Steve Uppendahl08/17/06
Excellent job. Your story was touching and descriptive. Great idea using L. Armstrong's wonderful song with your writing.

Congrats on your placing. Keep it up, Trina.