1

Its been whole years since I last had the time to relax. I seems longer, given the circumstances, but now I finally have time to tell others about my “interesting” life. I need to let others know, it’s about time to tell the world. One person at a time, but I’d like you to know I didn’t request this. I was just given this gift, a curse, to help this dieing world. So here I am, ready to tell the tale of a trial… needing to be heard.

It was a cold winter day; December 20^th to be exact. A young girl at the age of twelve was watering her horses. Due to the frozen hose, she substituted an extra bucket to haul water to the horses. The bucket bumped up against her leg and the water splashed onto her jacket and jeans. After the excruciatingly annoying task of watering her horses she quietly walked the short distance from barn to house. She glanced up to the troubled sky in hopes of seeing a single star, but only met dark, depressing clouds.

“We might get some snow tonight.” She said, sniffing the damp air.

Suddenly, from the dark heavens above, a flash of light appeared and hurtled toward her, but the light moved so fast she hardly had time to react. She only saw darkness…

She woke up to find herself in a bright world. At first glance, she thought she was in heaven. Then she noticed the IV tube and bag floating above her. Instantly she knew she was in the hospital…

“Oh honey, are you ok?” asked my eye-soaked mom, catching a glimpse of my father running at her side.

I hesitated, trying to remember how to talk, “ Yeah,” my dry throat cracked, “But what’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” She answered, “I just saw you on the ground unconscious. I didn’t know what else to do.”

The doctors reeled me in a room. I couldn’t tell where I was. “We’ll need to check her heart rate. Can I get a…” I didn’t hear anymore.

I often drifted in and out of consciousness. Whatever happened during the times I was awake either I didn’t remember or it was a blurry memory, nothing that really made any sort of impression. But I did; however, have a few dreams during my “sleep”. I didn’t remember them when I woke up. All I ever had was a vague feeling of danger, which apparently scared my mom ever time I “awoke from my sleep”. I can write about them now, though. I was reminded of them during treatments of intense pain yet to come…

I was in a dark room, or at least I thought I was. There was a man, dressed in exquisite attire, reading a report of some kind. His eyes widened and he reread a report labeled, “Young Girl Struck by Winter “Lightning”. He quickly picked up a cell phone and dialed a number 289-476-2538.

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The next time I woke up I was in my hospital bed. I stared dizzily at the ceiling until the room stopped spinning. My mother and father accompanied me. “ What’s wrong with me?” I asked hoarsely.

“The doctors think that you got electrocuted.” Mom responded. “Which makes sense,” she continued, “because we found you near the transformer. You were soaked.”

“I don’t want you near that box ever again!” Dad yelled.

“Mike! You don’t need to yell. She probably didn’t realize what she was doing. Besides you know what the doctors said.”

“I know but…”

“Ok, just give her a break.”

Dad, or “Mike” as my mom called him, sighed heavily. “Your brother and sister will be her shortly.”

“I have a brother and sister?”

“You don’t remember them?!” My exhausted mother said. I can see the concerned look in her eyes.

Just then my “brother” and “sister” appeared with an old woman behind them. Each of their faces was sagging with worry. The old woman I assumed to be my grandma.

“How are you?” My “sister” asked.

“Fine.” I replied.

“I brought you something to eat.” Said my grandma, “I thought you might want something to eat besides hospital food.”

Her eyes searched mine as she laid the paper bag on my lap. I couldn’t say anything I didn’t remember her. I tried desperately to find her in my files of memory. Files of memory? Where did I learn such a comparison? I noted her face, body, and voice in my memory, hoping beyond hope that some bell might ring in my head. I stared quietly at the bag, which had two golden arches attached to it. I couldn’t remember what they stood for. I opened the bag and saw a cheeseburger and some French-fries, then my brother handed me a pop.

“Dr. Pepper.” He answered when he saw my expression.

“Oh, thank you everybody.” I said awkwardly, not knowing the names of any of them. I desperately wanted to know, but I couldn’t come up with the courage to ask. I ate hungrily as I watched everyone else, whom also had something to eat, too.

Everyone left except my mother. She explained to me that she didn’t have work or school to go to, by then, though, the doctor walked in.

“We need to test her to see if she can walk.” Stated the doctor.

My mother nodded, as a nurse wheeled in a chair close to my bed. As the nurse passed the doctor I was able to pick up the conversation between my mother and him.

“We need to do this because our testing shows that her major memory loss might affect her physically as well.” He said, obviously trying his best to explain in layman’s terms. “We need to take her… It will just help us guarantee that she will be safe when trying to walk.”

3

I was lucky enough to read his nametag, John Smith. A picture of a girl wearing Indian’s clothes came, briefly, into my head. I can’t walk! Lord, what is happening to me.

I was being wheeled in a wheelchair. I didn’t know where I was going. We took the next two rights, though.

“We’re going to lift you up, now.” Said Dr. Smith

The next minute I was standing up, being supported by the doctor and a male nurse. They slowly led me to two rails.

“Now just support yourself by holding yourself up with these two rails. I’ll be right behind you, just in case…” he didn’t finish his sentence, he didn’t have to.

I put my hands on the rails and slowly rested my feet on the ground. I took dainty steps all the way down. My father was there to hold me as the rolled the wheelchair over.

“Well at least we know she can walk.” Said Dr. Smith.

“Can she go home yet, doctor?” My father asked.

“Just give us a couple of days, just to make sure.”

The next couple of days went in a blur. My mother put some oils on me everyday. Apparently my mother surrogate muscle-tested me when I was asleep (Muscle-testing is when someone pinches there pointer finger and thumb together and another person tries to pull them apart. Your fingers can’t be pulled apart when your body comes in contact with something it needs such as zinc, etc.) I was able to go home on the third day. Apparently everyone was impressed with the results that the herbs and oils made during my recovery. The doctor notified my parents to keep him posted on my progress.

The next couple of days came and went. Soon my parents put me back in the saddle. The doctor had told them that it would help with my walking. Those half-hours with May, my horse, worked wonders. I smiled more often and I had more confidence with my daily life. May seemed to know that there was something different bedcause she didn’t act up when I rode her; however, she was a different horse when my mother got on.

A month later my mother let me help her take care of the horses. Before I could just feed them, but know I helped muck the stalls and was even allowed to dump a few barrels.