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posted on Jul, 13 2010 @ 11:50 AM
The effects of the gulf oil spill is finally being felt closer to home now.My son
is finishing the final preparations for sanctuary.That is what my son calls the
few acres of land we bought to prepare for such a disaster,sanctuary.When I
think of sanctuary,I always imagine a grand room in a beautiful church building.
A place of safety,comfort and peace.I never imagined that sanctuary would be
a place where to hide in the end.

We have been preparing this land for quite awhile.All of us have struggled to
stock up on supplies that we will need.I have learned to can food items and to
shoot a gun.My son has friends who all have somthing to contribute.Some are
mehanics,some are in the medical field.One family,homeschools their children,
they have all the neccessary materials for starting a school.Imagine that,a school
in the wilderness!This reminds me of the "Little House" series my children used
to watch on tv.

I am looking around the house making sure that nothing has been missed.I see
that my son is checking his list as they finish packing the items into his van.My
grandchildren are excited about living in the woods.They think that they don't
have to go to school anymore.I didn't have the heart to tell them there would
still be school.They will find out soon enough and I didn't want to be the bearer
of bad news.

It looks now that they are ready to leave,I have been dreading this moment
for a long time.We all have worked hard and struggled to make this a reality.
My son is in the driver's seat,his wife at his side and the children in the back.
This,is the picture that I want to remember for the rest of my life.I let my family
believe that I am going with them to sanctuary.I want to go and help them set up
their little community,but I can't.I think that I would be more of a burden to them
than a helper.They scoffed at the times that I mentioned my health.They kept
assuring me that I would never be a burden to them.

My son is now beckoning me to get into the van because he is ready to leave.
I walk up to the driver's side window,my son knows that something isn't right.
I take his face into my hands and kiss his cheek,tears are running down my face.
I finally have to tell him that I can't go with them.He starts to protest,but sees
the determined look on my face.

He starts to drive off down the dusty,old road.I stand watching and waving my
hand until I could no longer see their dust.I take a deep breath and start to cough.
I could smell the oil in the air,ever so lightly,just a whiff.

I walked back into the house and entered the living room.My eyes focus on the
birdcage in the corner.I noticed that my little canary wasn't flying around in her
cage.I walked up to the cage and my gaze notices a small,still figure on the cage
floor.The front door had been left open while we were packing the van.My little
bird had gotten a whiff of that oil,like I did,and died.

I walked away from the birdcage and sat down in my favorite chair.With my
eyes closed and tears streaming down my face,I started to pray..."Heavenly
Father,please put Your hedge of protection around my children.Please give
them safe passage as they travel to sanctuary.I ask this in Jesus' name,amen".
My gaze, again, fell onto the birdcage in the corner.I suddenly realized that I
am a canary.

posted on Jul, 13 2010 @ 12:15 PM
This is my first time writing a short story in a long time.
I hope that someone will read it and let me know how
they feel about it.

posted on Jul, 13 2010 @ 12:27 PM
I read it, It brought tears to my eyes.......

I hope events as this, does not happen, but I fear they may....

posted on Jul, 13 2010 @ 12:31 PM
Very well written OP.

Scary reading that in fact it may sometime become a reality for some. The thoughts and emotions it provoked sent a shiver down my spine.

Life and the fight for survival is a long road for some.

Thanks for posting.

posted on Jul, 13 2010 @ 01:52 PM
Let's hope something like this never happens but if we as a people don't stop big Business and Government this could be our future.

We all need to work together to clean the mess made.

Your story is heartfelt, God Bless Planet Earth.

posted on Jul, 13 2010 @ 02:34 PM
Well done! Scary read, but worthy of reflection.

posted on Jul, 13 2010 @ 02:46 PM
This story is similar to a thread I ran last year.
I just wrote this this morning and then posted
it.I know that it is a tear-jerker and I do hope
that it doesn't depress someone.

posted on Jul, 13 2010 @ 02:47 PM
Wow, such a scary story yet so beautifully written.

For a first is unbelievable!

posted on Jul, 13 2010 @ 03:20 PM
When I wrote and posted this this morning,I had
forgotten about my stepson.He is a member of ATS
and I didn't stop and think that he might read this.
I don't want him reading between the lines and thinking
I am going to do this to him.I want him to know that
this is just a story.
Please don't ask me who he is because I can't tell you.

posted on Jul, 13 2010 @ 09:17 PM

Originally posted by FRMDaDark
I read it, It brought tears to my eyes.......

I hope events as this, does not happen, but I fear they may....

It is always better to prepare for the worst
and hope for the best.Thank-you for reading
my story.

posted on Jul, 13 2010 @ 09:20 PM
reply to post by Irish Matador

I want to thank-you very much for reading my story.
We could all eventually face hard decisions such as
this.I really don't know how I would act whenever this
should happen.

posted on Jul, 13 2010 @ 09:27 PM
Mamabeth I love your story.
I love it.
Others have given me chills, and goose bumps, and made me sad.
But yours made me weepy,-- how sad she was to stay behind.


posted on Jul, 14 2010 @ 03:52 PM
reply to post by mamabeth

This is my first time writing a short story in a long time. I hope that someone will read it and let me know how they feel about it.

Very touching story here my friend. I loved it. I was really saddened by the fact that the main character wouldn't be going to the sanctuary and knowing that death was imminent. Very good and I'm glad you decided to dust off the old quill and parchment.

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