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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: End (02/13/06)

TITLE: A Tale of the Forgotten
By Sharon Singley
02/14/06


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I donít know where I am! I donít know whatís happening!

I woke up, at least I think Iím awake, to find myself in a place that I donít belong, with people I donít know. I am not sure what is happening to me. I only know that I am terrified!

I can feel my heart beating so strongly, it feels as though it is going to jump right out of my throat. I need to pull myself together. Maybe if I can try to remember the last thing I didÖ

Why canít I remember anything? What happened? I see an open door in front of meÖmaybe I can get away from here. But there are too many people in my way.

My eyes begin to wander around the dreary room they have placed me in. Four non-descript wallsÖIím trying to thinkÖwhat color are these walls? I canít even remember the names of colors! Why is this so hard? What have they done to me that I canít even remember something so simple?

Oh no. Now they all are talking to me, holding me down. So what if Iím crying? Why shouldnít I??

Stop it! Stop it! Donít touch me! I donít know you!

I am trying to fight them off. It isnít helping! They are too strong for me. What is that?? What are they sticking in me? Some sort of drug???

No!! Donít!

Itís useless. They have all the power. I am whimpering now, like a beaten dog. What ever they shot into my arm is making me feel nice, though. I feel my self relaxing.

The young woman in front of me is cryingÖI wonder why? I donít like to see her cry like this. I wonder if she would mind if I wiped her tears. She is such a pretty young lady. She shouldnít be sad.

As I reach up to touch her cheeks, I suddenly realize that I do know her!

ďBecky?Ē

ďYes, mom! Itís me! Donít be afraid. Iím here. Youíre okay. Do you remember where you are?Ē

I think for a moment. Then I remember. ďOh yes. Iím in a home. I have Alzheimerís. Itís all clear now. Before I forget again, before this ends, I want to tell you that I love you very, very much and please donít give up on me! And I want you to know that even in the shadows, I know the Lord is with me.Ē

Becky nods and smiles tenderly, the tears flowing down her pretty face as she reaches out and takes my hand.

What did I say? What is all clear now? Who is this woman and why is she touching me? Stop it! Stop it!!!

I hear a voice whispering softly in my mind, ďThough you walk in the valley of the shadow, I AM with you.Ē


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janet rubin02/20/06
Ahh, this is good. How great to know He is always with us, won't ever leave us, even in such awful circumstances.
Lynda Schultz 02/21/06
Good job at getting us into the mind of a person afflicted by this terrible disease.
Kate Wells02/22/06
You wrote it so well that it was difficult to read...because of the pain that I could feel. Good job!
Kate~