Read this hot off the presses short story, named "God lives in a nursing home in Wisconsin" a story about a man at the end of his life who affects a young nurses aid who takes care of him on the afternoon shift at a nursing home in WIsconsin. FictionThis will be in several installments so watch for the next episode coming.

God Lives in a Nursing Home in Wisconsin by dd girlpower c 2009

God lives in a nursing home in Wisconsin. His name is Norman, he spends most of his day in a yellow room down a long white hallway. His quiet face lies still against the starched pillowcase. He has the look of paradise in his eyes although since his stroke he can not speak except for one word which is one. He tries all day to speak more words but he gets frustrated and mutters only that one word.. “One.” or variations like “One, One, One” its all he can say and the word means everything.

I kid him that four times a day he is right. When the time is 1:11, am and pm and at 11:11, am and pm. So now when his alarm clock reads one of those times you can hear him call out from his room “one, one, one.” for when the time was 1:11 or “one, one, one, one” for when it was 11:11. You could hear his loud bellowing voice as it filled the silent hall and into the other yellow rooms with other people lying in their tiny beds. It was like the tolling of the church bells in town, a way to measure time.

It was the time of day where you would see him laugh, and that is when the sparkle was back in his eye. Whenever I worked on his wing I would try to be in his room to celebrate his special times. It was our little secret, our code that made his world right, worth recognition. It was during those times where he was happiest,.

I tried to take my breaks in his room you could say he was my special one. I would sneak him pieces of cake or pudding from the cafeteria. I would feed him like a baby; he would open his mouth like a little bird, and hum “One” after every spoonful.. Then we would giggle, you know that laughter is a language we all understand. The other girls thought it odd that I spent so much time with him,, a lot of them thought he isn’t all there upstairs, but I knew different. You see I could understand his language like no other....see second installment next week

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