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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Patience (08/21/08)

TITLE: His Meekest Oracle
By Chely Roach


Holly lifted the heavy chart off the door and peeked her head in the room. Lexa’s head popped up from her coloring book, “Nurse Holly! Cool! Are you here to take me down to the center?”

“You betcha, Baby Girl...are you ready? Where’s your momma?”

“She went to the cafeteria…we can leave her a note, okay?” Lexa pulled a crisp sheet of paper from her caddy. She sharpened a red crayon and began to print, “Holly, how do ya spell ‘dialysis’?”

“D-i-a-l-y-s-i-s. Wow, Sweetie, look how nice your penmanship is!” Holly oozed, “You are getting so smart.”

“Thanks, Miss Holly. I can’t wait to start school again. I mean, mom’s a good teacher, but I like feeling like a regular kid.” Holly watched her scramble down from the bed and place the note on her pillow, it read “Went to dialysis. ‘Heart’ Lexa”. The block letters in red crayon devoured Holly’s heart whole. She averted her eyes from the bandages on Lexa’s fresh graft. Her little veins could only handle them for so long before it needed to be moved. Three times a week for four years Lexa had been coming to the dialysis center at the hospital. Holly had fallen in love with the child; so different from her other grumbling patients. Her bubbling optimism renewed Holly’s faith—her desire to live. If that child could keep a smile on her face, so could she.

“All aboard, Kiddo,” Holly patted the seat of the wheel chair.

“Aww, can’t I walk? Please?”

“Those puppy dog eyes won’t work on me, Girly. Hospital rules, everybody rides.” With a dramatic roll of her hazel eyes, she plopped into the chair.

“Can we go past the babies? I love seeing the babies…”

“I don’t see why not. We should do it before your treatment…you’ll be tired afterwards.” Holly steered toward the elevator, letting Lexa press the button with a smile. The doors opened to an empty cabin and Lexa grinned again; more button pressing fun. “The babies are on two,” she reminded Lexa.

As the elevator opened, Holly had to put a gentle hand on Lexa’s shoulder to keep her from bounding out of the chair, “Simmer down…”

As they strolled up to the nursery glass, Lexa gave Holly a pleading look, which she replied with a nod. Lexa stood to gawk at the swaddled newborns, “They’re like baby burritos, all wrapped up like that. I’m gonna have a baby someday. I’m gonna get a new kidney, and when I grow up I am going to have a life just like everyone else.”

“Yes you will, Baby Girl…” It was so hard to hear the words and not temper them with realism. Holly knew how far down Lexa was on the transplant list; she knew how hard it was to find a match to Lexa’s rare blood type. No one in her family had matched for a living donation. This kept Holly up praying countless nights.

Lexa interrupted her thoughts, “I know what you’re thinkin’, and you’re wrong. My kidney isn’t gonna come from someone who dies…someone I know is going to give me one of theirs. When I was really little, I had a dream about God, and He told me so. He said that someone who loved me would give me a kidney. He told me not to worry, just wait and believe. So that’s what I do. I don’t even hafta know when…He promised me so.

“Don’t cry, Miss Holly. It’s true. You’ll see. Someday you’ll stand here lookin’ at my baby, too.”

With trembling hands, Holly wiped the dripping mascara back up toward her eyes, “I believe, too, Lexa. I believe, too.”

Lexa settled back into the wheelchair, and they proceeded down to the center. Holly took her back to the pediatric area and carefully hooked her up to the machine. “Here’s the remote, Kiddo. It’s all yours today. I’ll be back in a little bit with some juice, okay?”


“I know, Kiddo.”


“Holly, you can’t. It’s against hospital policy.”

“With all due respect, Doctor, don’t quote policy to me. God has put this on my heart from the moment I saw that we had the same blood type. I love her. I love her family. Let’s just do the tissue typing, and then go from there. If I pass the evaluation process, I resign if the heartless board of directors insists. I’ll resign today if I have to.

“God and Lexa have been patient long enough…”

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Yvette Roelofse08/28/08
So beautiful and so sad...in a good way :) A young girl I know has just had her second kidney transplant. Children like her, and your MC, always leave me humbled and a little ashamed. This is a very touching piece.
Verna Cole Mitchell 08/29/08
Your beautiful entry touched my heart in the deepest part. I loved the characterization of the nurse and child.
Laura Anne Harrison08/31/08
Chely, this is beautiful! And so touching!
Jan Ackerson 08/31/08
Awww, Chely, this is so good! I caught an inkling of the ending early, and I was so glad I was right!
Arlene Showalter08/31/08
as usual...you deliver again!
Dee Yoder 08/31/08
I love the ending! I love happy endings and I love it when God wins again. (: Delightful story.
Joy Faire Stewart08/31/08
This is so touching and I loved the characters. Great job!
Betty Castleberry08/31/08
Oh my goodness, this made me cry. 'Nuff said.
Patricia Turner08/31/08
I saw the ending coming but still loved it. I think I would have been disappointed otherwise. The conversation and characterization are A+!
Patricia Turner08/31/08
Oh and too, I was a little hesitant to read this one since...well, I'm an Oracle DBA. And the pager just went off...
Laury Hubrich 08/31/08
Love this story. Think you will expand the story? Hmmm...?
Ellen Dodson08/31/08
What a confident mouthpiece for Christ we find in Lexa. I understand Holly's tears as she wills herself to "put on" the kind of faith that comes so readily for Lexa. But, those tears are valued all the more when I see that it's a movement of God taking place, convicting her to follow Him rather than her work's policy--something that, normally, Holly takes very seriously as we see with the wheelchair in the beginning.
This was so life like toward the middle and the end, very gripping and inspirational.
LaNaye Perkins09/01/08
You made me cry with this beautiful and touching story. WOW, how did you pack so much into so few words. Great writing my friend!
Leah Nichols 09/01/08
I was thinking that for an alternate ending it would be cool for Holly to browse the babies many years later and see Lexa's baby....then run her finger along the scar that represented her sacrifice for the little girl she loved. Course, I'm the mother-baby nurse so I like those kind of stories! Great job - beautiful writing! :)
Lynda Schultz 09/01/08
Lovely story. It really draws attention to the plight of so many on waiting lists for transplants. Glad this worked out—even if it is fiction. Good work.
Carole Robishaw 09/02/08
I was eating breakfast while reading this, and I had to stop, I couldn't swallow, it stuck in the lump in my throat.
Betsy Markman09/02/08
Beautifully done! Touching without being maudlin. Believable, great dialogue, and an ending that leaves me hoping for more.

(Though I must confess my ignorance of the meaning of the word "Oracle" here and in a comment above)
Joshua Janoski09/02/08
Being able to evoke emotion from the reader is one of the most important (and difficult) things for a writer to try and do in my opinion, and you manage to evoke that emotion within me with every single piece you contribute to the challenge. I have yet to read something of yours and not feel something afterwards.

This is a beautiful story, and even though I predicted the ending before it was over, I was so happy that you took that route and ended it the way you did.

Another superb entry from Michele! :)
Pamela Kliewer09/02/08
You have me in tears... this is something I can relate to so well. My husband was on dialysis for almost 4 years (peritoneal, not hemo) before the Lord lead us to me giving him a kidney. This month we will celebrate 11 years since that day (September 16).

What a great picture of patient faith you painted in Lexa. I wondered if Holly would be the donor, or if down the road Lexa would meet the man of her dreams... :) I'm glad it was Holly, for that is the perfect ending to this wonderful story.
LauraLee Shaw09/04/08
Congratulations, Michele! This is incredible.
Lauryn Abbott09/04/08
Great job, Michele! You've hit anothr homerun on this one. This was a fantastic story. I think we all can learn a little something about faith,trust and patience from this little one. Bravo!
Sheri Gordon09/04/08
Congratulations on your EC. What a tear-jerker. Great take on the topic.
Jason Swiney09/04/08
Congratulations on your EC - great dialogue, realistic characters & you obviously wrote this from the heart. Congrats again.
Beth LaBuff 09/06/08
Congrats on your EC with this! Super writing!!