A Girl Named Sarah

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A Girl Named Sarah

August 20, 2010 Saturday Evening.

My aunt Sarah. I never knew her. She died many years ago. She was one of eleven siblings. My mother was Sarah's older sister.

I do not remember my grand mother on my mother's side of our family. She died when I was around five years old.

It has been a long time, but when I was more healthy I would take care of Sarah's grave. When weather permits, and when it is nice and cool, and when Becky and Joann and I can have a nice ride in our car to the cemetery I will clean up Sarah's grave.

A few years ago I painted a large metal cross that is cemented to her grave. When I go to visit her grave again, I would like to see if it is alright.

Sarah was like Becky. Sarah could not walk. Sarah was like our daughter. She was disabled severely. Those years ago, my mother and her brothers and sisters lived on a farm. Farming was their family income. Raising strawberries and other crops is what kept their family alive. My grandfather use to break horses. I heard that he was a hard worker, a farmer, and sort of the cowboy type.

My grandmother, according to my mother was a very sweet elderly lady. Grand mother raised a large family of children. I heard stories that she made dresses out of flour sacks for her daughters. I have a very old picture somewhere that is not very good, but it reveals my mother wearing a flour sack dress.

My mother's name was Victoria. Mom was beautiful. I have nice pictures of her when she and her husband, or you could say my father had wonderful times together before he went overseas during World War 2. Mom followed dad everywhere. They loved each other very much. Mom told me she saw practically every state in our country as dad traveled from base to base for the US Army.

My father was a professional military platoon sergeant. He had a body and the looks of a Greek God. He was handsome as hell, a strong, brave, a front line, hand to hand combat military soldier , and a professional sharpshooter, and he was in the Black Hawk Division. He was a meticulous man about cleanliness. He was also a medic. He was a life guard. He was a big boat fisherman who fished with the old masters of the seas on the large boats many years ago.

Sweet darling Sarah. I never met her. I never knew her. I only cleaned her grave. My mother carried Aunt Sarah on her shoulders and back.

Sarah did not have a wheelchair to my knowledge. My mother carried her younger sister on her back. I sometimes cry because I never saw her sweet face. She was like our Becky and could not walk.

Sarah, my aunt Sarah , God Bless her sweet soul. She died at the age of sixteen. Sarah had a ruptured appendix that killed her. I never knew Aunt Sarah. My mother dearly loved her.

My grandmother died in my mother's arms of a heart attack. My grandmother was packing strawberries from the strawberry fields. She died in an old shed in my mother's arms. Mom said that grandma had a very large funeral. Grandma was deceased and was visited in her humble home by hundreds of many sweet and kind friends, and Christian souls. Grandma dearly loved the Blessed Mother, the Mother of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Sweet and beautiful Sarah died so young. My mother told me about her when I was a child and as I grew up. I told mom that I wished I could have saved her life. I always wished that somehow I could have been there to save her life.

God remembered my wish. I always remembered Aunt Sarah, the young girl I never knew that was my aunt as I wore my badge and my gun as a deputy sheriff in the mobile enforcement division.

I was home, by my mother's house with Joann when a saw an elderly lady screaming and running on the shoulder of our major highway.

I ran out of mom's house to see what was the matter with the poor lady . The elderly lady was frantic, screaming out about her grand daughter and excitedly she told me that her grand daughter was extremely sick and crying out in terrible pain.

Quickly I ran back to my mother's house. I asked mom if I could use her station wagon. Mom said yes, and she gave me the car keys.

I asked the grandmother of the girl to ride with me. I drove over to the home of the grand mother to pick up the girl . The girl's name was Caroline. I ran into their home. She was screaming terribly in agonizing pain, holding her stomach as she yelled out screaming.

I picked her up, and carried her in my arms to our station wagon, and laid her down in the back seat. I said, " Hold on sugar it want be long you will be at a hospital."

I told Caro line's grandmother to hold on tight to the car door and brace her arm tightly ,and to secure herself because I would be driving at a very high rate of speed.

I took off. I floored the accelerator and in no time at all I was driving at nearly ninety miles per hour to our nearest hospital. A state trooper quickly spotted me, and my emergency car flashers. His unit hit the street at a high rate of speed and he quickly caught up right behind me. I quickly pulled over and got out and told him I had a dying girl in my car. He told me he would escort me fast to the hospital . The trooper burned rubber with his cruiser tires. I was right behind him at a high rate of speed. Cars everywhere pulled over as quickly as they could.

I prayed to God for Caro line's life. I said, " God help me. I do not want this child to die like Sarah. Please! Don't let her die Dear Christ, not like poor Sarah."

At the hospital I grabbed hold of Caroline as fast as I could and picked her up and cradled her in my arms like she was our daughter, our Becky, our Sarah, this sweet loving child that only wanted to stay live.

The nurses quickly opened the door and told me to lie the girl down on their hospital emergency bed that had wheels , and she was taken away quickly to and emergency room. I saw doctors rushing about.

It did not take too long for and emergency physicians to save her life. A doctor told Caro line's grand mother that the girl had a ruptured appendix.

The physician said that the girl would have died without immediate care. He thanked me, and so did Caro line's Grandmother.

I do not remember when, but Caroline hugged me just like she was my own sweet child Becky, and all threw life I always asked about sweet Caroline. I was so happy for Caroline and for her grand mother. Her poor grand mother ran so hard by the road side for her sweet grand daughter. Caroline had two brothers that always came to see me. Caroline raised children of her own later in life. This is all the truth.

God works in strange ways. I sure wish I could have helped Sarah, but I was not born yet. I would have carried Sarah miles on my shoulders to try to save her. I think I would have found a way to hitch a mule to a wagon to get her to some kind of doctor those many years ago. I do not know. Back then there should have been a better way to help very ill folks.

God Bless Everyone.

 

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Mentalist acer 6 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

A bittersweet story with a happy ending,Lee;)


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FGual 6 years ago from USA

Thank you for sharing another heartfelt story. Makes me think of relatives long gone, that I hardly knew but are all part of me. Be well.


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stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. Author

Dear Mentalist acer : Thank you for dropping by, and good morning, and for the nice thoughts. God Bless You and wishing you a nice weekend.


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stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. Author

Dear FGual : Thank you for visiting. Indeed you and I probably have many memories of sweet souls in our hearts. What a coincidence about Sarah and Caroline. Life is full of surprises. God Bless You Sweet And Dear Friend. May our Lord always protect you and keep you in good health.


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bayoulady 6 years ago from Northern Louisiana,USA

Hi stars, hope you and yours are feeling okay down there in tickfaw!


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stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. Author

Dear bayou lady : It was a hard day today. I took a lot of pills for pain . So hot I could not cut grass. I just fell asleep in my chair. Joann had to take care of me a lot today. God Bless you. I hope you are O.K. sweet darling. God loves you and I love you too.


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Hello, hello, 6 years ago from London, UK

Thank you for your lovely stories.


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stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. Author

Dear Hello hello: Thank you for comming by. I am glad you enjoyed this narrative. God Bless You Sweet Darling.


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prasetio30 6 years ago from malang-indonesia

Beautiful story from you, I believe your aunt was a good person. That's why you love her so much. Just never stop to pray for her. Thank you for share this story. Very touching my heart. Thumbs up for you.


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stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. Author

Dear prasetio30 :Thank you for the kind words. You have a kind heart. God Bless You.


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Sundaymoments 6 years ago from United States

Wow is all I can say!! Excellent work!!


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stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. Author

Dear Sunday moments: So kind and sweet of you to visit me dear heart. God Bless you and may our heavenly father always bring you joy in your heart.


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HudeieG 6 years ago from The land of love of happiness.

wow this is lovely!


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stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State. Author

Dear HudeieG : Thank you for writing Dear Heart. And God Bless You.

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