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Death’s Lost Chance

Death’s Lost Chance

Back in 1999 or somewhere back then, I’m not sure of the year. My Father and Mom’s house was sold by my two older sisters. In selling the house, they also sold some of my Dad’ relics. I had given my parents pictures of my visit to the United Nations where I had taken a picture with Ralph Bunch. Pictures of my tour of New York City were also given to them. I had given them a picture of my tour at the White House when President Kennedy was President. But the artifact my Dad relish the most was my hair with a ribbon tied to it at age two. I was run over by a car and my Dad saved my hair with a ribbon tied to it.
At the time we lived in Rainbow City in Alabama. It was in the summer and the older kids in the neighborhood played in the field across the street from us. They were playing baseball and a friend of mine, the same age as me, name Helen wanted to play with them. I took her by the hand and said we are going too. As we were walking across the street, another neighbor was backing up his car. We were too small to be seen, therefore he ran over us. A large crowd gathered screaming you have run over these children. The neighbor was so remorseful; he offered to drive us to the hospital. My Mom said no. She wanted to wait for an ambulance. Helen’s parents thought it would take too long for an ambulance to get there so they took him up on his offer. In retrospect we know now they made the wrong decision. They thought they were doing the right thing by their child. In retrospect it was the wrong thing to do. Inexperienced people disturbing a hurt victim were not an acceptable thing to do. Helen’s parents took her to the doctor’s office close by. The doctor told them he could do nothing for her at his office. He suggested they take her to the hospital. On their way to the Hospital Helen died.
The ambulance driver told my father he always thought I would make it. I cried too loudly. Helen only groaned. In looking back over my life, I can see were many events were meant for harm. However, that day, death lost its’ chance. One day God will call me from earth to reward, but not that day.

Stories to Come

God’s way of saving the sinner may not be the same as ours. If a person does not express himself this way or that way, he is imperfect. All intelligent people express themselves this way. This is the belief of man. Not the way God designed it to be. I know God wants me to survive and to give a great testimony for Him. He has saved me too many times.
1 My birth was miraculous. My mother was not able to give a vaginal birth. I was the first baby born in Mercy Hospital in Gadsden, Alabama by way of C-section (Black or White). My mother almost lost her life and mine.
2 At two years of age, a friend and I were crossing the street and were run over by a car. She did not survive.
3. At three I was almost run over by a train. My mother and I were on our way somewhere. She had on an expensive hat that the wind blew off of her head. My Mom went back to get her hat and a train came. I started toward my mother. She hand gestured for me to stay put. Being a young child I did not understand her gestures. I continued toward her and the train kept coming. The only thing she knew to do at that point was to fall on her knees and pray. She could not see who it was but a man came up and held my hand. When the train passed, she ran and grabbed me. She was so grateful I was alive. When my Mom turned to thank the man for holding my hand, there was no one there. She looked up an down the street but there was no one there. She said she looked North, South, East, West yet she saw no one.
4. Near time for me to retire one Summer I went for my regular morning walk. I would always pass a house where they had a bulldog tied up. This particular morning, I started off for my walk. I was encouraged by the Holy Spirit to go back and get dressed. I walked back into the house and put on exercise clothing. I walked out again and I felt the same way. I returned to the house and changed into tennis shoes. I started off again. Again I felt the same way. This time, I remembered, I always read my scripture the first thing in the mornings. I had not read the Bible that morning. I sat down and read the Bible. I left the house this time without incident. I passed by the bulldog that was usually on a leash. That day, he was not. I knew not to run but I did not know what to do as the dog raced toward me. The Holy Spirit instructed me to growl at the dog. I know it had to be the Holy Spirit because I have been told showing your teeth to a dog or any wild animal is an act of aggression. I stood firm and let out an unearthly growl. The bulldog sat on his hunches confused. The dog’s owner came out and grabbed the dog by the collar. If he had not come, I would have been bulldog breakfast.
5. I went in at Dupey Elementary School to use the restroom. Someone before me had left water on the floor. I fell and hit my head on the sink. I bleed profusely. The paramedics asked me had I seen myself. I told them no. They said “Well, don’t look!” They carried me to the Emergency Room at Montclaire Hospital. The doctor on duty was eating his lunch and chatting away with his staff. He held my hand and continued his conversation. The paramedic asks him to look at the injury. He took the cloth they had over my head and took a peep. He squeezed my hand so hard it hurt. He took a different attitude as he called for the nurse and said we have to do surgery ASAP. Usually you are put to sleep for surgery but he said because I had a head injury he would have to dull the pain but he could not put me to sleep. He talked to me all during surgery to make sure I was awake.
6. February 25, 2006 my husband, son, my son’s fiancé and I were on our way to my Mom’s Memorial in Tuskegee, Alabama. We never made it. A drunk driver ran us off a 31/ft. bridge onto railroad tracks below killing my husband and son instantly. I was in U.A.B. Hospital in Birmingham, Alabama from February until May of 2006.
These six events will be made into six stories.

Elnora at age seventeen

Elnora at age seventeen
Lemon asks me to marry him now we were seniors in high school. I said let me discuss this with my parents. I do truly love you, but we are taking such a big step, I want to know how my parents feel about this engagement during our senior year in high school. I spoke with my parents as we sat down to eat. Momma and Dad just looked at one another. Little Earl asked to say grace. He prayed: Lord, don’t let my sister marry this creep. He is not sincere about marriage. He only wants to become engaged so he can be with her biblically. Now Lord, bless this food that is prepared for the nourishment of our bodies for Christ sake. Amen. After that blessing, we all ate in silence.
After dinner, Mom and I were washing dishes. Momma asked: Have you spoken to Aunt Mable about your great news? I replied, No I have not. Momma was not much for talking so she simply said: You might want to run your intentions by her. It just so happen Aunt Mabel dropped by on her way to the grocery store. Aunt Mabel wanted to know if Momma wanted her to pick anything up for her. Momma said no but Elnora had good news to share. At this time I told Aunt Mable about my intentions to marry Lemon. Aunt Mable said Sugar, that is great news. However, I do remember how crazy you were in the six grade when you thought Lemon was going with his next door neighbor. When you two kids go off to college, Lemon will be a basketball star. Girls will be all over him. By that time, you may be at home with a baby in arm and another one on the way. All I have to say good luck and God Bless.
The next day Lemon drove his Daddy’s old truck. He declared: I can’t wait until I get my scholarship money. I will buy a new car. I will be on a full basketball scholarship. I have also been offered money for my academic achievements. I can do whatever I want to do with that money.
Daddy walked in and asked Lemon where was he going to celebrate our engagement. Lemon told Daddy we were going to the Cooperfield Gardens. Daddy said: That’s a mighty fine restaurant. My wife and I have never been there. Honey, they are going to the Cooperfield Gardens. Honey , get dressed we are going with them. Lemon said: Oh, no, some other night . I have planned for this night to be special. Dad said: Oh, I don’t mean we will be riding with you. We will take our own car. In that way you can get back to the Pettaway’s house before it is too late and we can bring Elnora home for you, Lemon said: Oh no Sir, that is not what I had in mind. Dad said: Yes son, I know what you had in mind. Boy, the engagement is off. You are not marrying Elnora. Go Home!
Little Earl added: Don’t let the door hit you where the good Lord split you. Lemon protested: It is Elnora’s decision. Come on Elnora let’s go!
I was mortified. I loved my parents and I loved Lemon. I stood there with tears running down my cheeks. Lemon repeated: Come on Elnora, let’s go! My feet were frozen to the floor. I heard Lemon talking to me but I couldn’t move.
Lemon ran out the door, jumped in his Dad’s truck and took off as fast as he could drive. That was the last time I saw Lemon alive. I don’t know what happen next. When I woke up in the hospital, his neighbor next door to the people who wanted to adopt him, paid me a visit. Lemon had been buried. She said Lemon came by her house for comfort and asked her to take a ride with him. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and it was good to see an old familiar face. He was sad and so was she. Lemon’s whole conversation was about me. He had tears in his eyes and missed a curve in the road. Lemon was speeding at the time and the speed of the car threw her out. He lost control and ran into a building on 94th Street South. The car immediately burst into flames. Lemon did not have time to get out of the car and perished in the flames. After watching the car go up in flames she went into shock. An ambulance picked her up. She was treated for shock and released.
Later, my parents told me when I was told about what happen to Lemon, I passed out. I was taken to the hospital and I drifted off into a coma. There I remained until three weeks later. I can not remember any of that. The only thing I do know, the love of my life is gone.