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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Teacher (10/26/06)

TITLE: Witnessing Overheard
By Angela Linton


The early morning sun was beaming down on three year old Derrick, but he hardly notices. The road was busy with parents and children and occasionally a van, a car or someone riding a bicycle would pass by.

As with the sun, Derrick hardly paid attention to what was going on around him, nevertheless he felt a part of the excitement that was in the air. In fact, he was ecstatic, he was overjoyed, he was happy because today was the first day of school.

Derrick was walking between his mom and his five year old brother Jason, holding their hands and occasionally looking up, he would say,
"I'm going to school."

They journeyed until finally coming to a stop in front of a large opened white painted chain link gate. Then bending down, his mother stretched out her arms and lifted him up as Jason walked through the gate and soon disappeared among the noisy group of kids already behind it. As his brother disappeared, so did Derrick's smile and opening his mouth he started to bawl. He bawled and bawled and bawled.
Where was Jason, where did he go? He wanted his brother back and he didn't want to go to school any more.
"All right, hush now, your brother will be back home before you know it, you'll see." His mom, dressed in a blue long pants and a blue tee-shirt said, as she gently rocked him back and forth.

A few years passed after that day and as Derrick grew neither rain, sun, snow, hail nor sickness could keep him away from school. As long as the school doors were opened he was there.

It so happened that one morning as the rain fell unceasingly, Derrick left for school shortly before the telephone rang. No one answered though, because his mom and Jason was not at home either.

He made his way to school through the torrent rain only to find out from his science teacher that school was closed for the day.

Not desiring to return home right away, Derrick entered the school library to continue researching a project he was working on, by using the computer. He was there for about thirty minutes when his science teacher walked into the library. She smiled and nodded at him before sitting in the vacant chair next to the librarian. They started talking and Derrick was again lost in his studies.

Beep, beep, announced his watch sometime after, indicating that it was ten o'clock.
Derrick glanced over at his science teacher and heard the librarian saying,
"Yes, I admit it, you have changed."
"Then why wouldn't you believe in Him. He died for you and He died for me. You don't have to clean up your life before coming to Him, in fact, He's the only one who can do that. Believe in Him, repent of your sins and be saved." The science teacher said.

"I knew you would be here, I knew it," one of Derrick's classmate said, walking into the library at that moment.
"Where else would I be?" Derrick replied, smiling.
"Come on, let's go, school is closed," his classmate said, pulling at his arm.
"Okay, okay, I give in, just let me turn off the computer."

Derrick continued to grow and graduating from high school he entered collage.

Then one night, sitting at home, struggling to finish an essay paper, the telephone rang with the news that his brother was in the hospital.

Derrick and his mom made their way to the hospital in the pouring rain and as his brother lay in a coma on the hospital bed, tears swelled in Derrick's eye.

After a while his mom stepped out of the room to talk with the doctor who had attended to Jason when he was brought in. As Derrick sat looking at his brother with tubes all over his body, beep, beep… went the machine that was monitoring Jason, propelling Derrick to the past and to the conversation that he had overheard with his science teacher and the librarian.

With tears running down his cheeks he stretched out his hand and taking his brother's hand he prayed.
"Lord Jesus, please don't let my brother die. I believe in you, I repent of my sins, please forgive me and save me…"

As he prayed, he felt his brother's hand moving and quickly opening his eyes he saw Jason looking at him.


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