You can add my name to your list.
A few things that particularly touched me:
Yes, there was some fear, because in a way, posting about Petra and what happened meant letting go of a lot of things.
Somehow, I felt that way when the grass began to grow on my son's grave. It was like any evidence I had of him, no longer remained, while I watched it
slowly happening. But we find later, that letting go is a mysterious thing that makes room for more mysteries to take their place.
I can tell you this: since that day, I have been far more careful when crossing railway lines, either on foot or in my car.
Two touches here. My sweet husband has saved my life at least twice, and in smaller ways, every day.
The first time was the day my previous husband moved out of the house. It was my idea. He had to go. But somehow, finding myself now alone, I
realized, wrongfully, that there was nothing left for me in this world. I hated my past, I hated my now and I saw no useful tomorrow, so I gave myself
permission to die.
I had it planned, quite matter-of-factly. I had plenty of tranquilizers left over from my son's death. I was going to finish the day's work, then go
home and die...but the phone rang unexpectedly. It was an old neighbor from before we bought the house. I had taken her folk dancing once and she had
a six year old daughter, Effie, who liked me and wanted to go dancing that Friday night. I gave my excuses and said no, but Effie's mother must have
sensed something, even though she knew nothing of these current events. She replied, "I'm coming to pick you up. I'll be there in 20 minutes!" I
swore under my breath, at this inconvenient interruption and then revised my plans to get dressed, go dancing, and then come home and die, as anything
else would have involved Effie...
Now there were three folk dance groups in that city. They were a mixture of overlapping friends and some one-group-only rivals. My husband-to-be was
the leader of one of the one-group-only ensembles. And when I walked into his rival's dance hall, there was my husband-to-be! He later told me that he
had no idea what brought him there that night. But that night, we danced every dance together. Effie's mother smiled when it was time to leave, and
told me that she had a feeling I wouldn't be needing a ride home...He walked me home that long walk that night, and the rest was not history but
The second time (sorry for thread drift) was in Yugoslavia, where we got on a late night train once and then realized we were on the wrong train. We
got off at an odd non-station, waiting for anything on the tracks that was going in the opposite direction. When we saw a train approaching, I stepped
onto the first tracks to get closer to what I thought was the train on the second tracks. And he grabbed me quickly and yanked me back, just as I felt
the wind impact rush by my face. It wasn't the train I thought it was, and it was coming around a curve on the first track, and didn't stop, so in the
pitch darkness, I hadn't calculated the trajectory properly.
Yes, there were no signals where she crossed the lines.
Something about that line...it describes every moment, where anything is possible.
Such is the world we live in, a world where some people literally do not care at all about others
(Smile) Yes, but...are we not reading this still, and being touched by it? These words are so true, but thank God, they are not the only truth...and
is why I love ATS so deeply.
PS. Effie was the flower girl at our wedding.
And now, I find myself hesitating to hit the button...I hope I am emphasizing your post and not deflecting from it...dang it all...if nothing else, I
can get it up there again for others that may have missed it!