posted on Aug, 2 2010 @ 09:31 AM
Rachel hurried down the sidewalk, towards her apartment off 95th Street. The sky was overcast, the wind as brisk as her feet, and she had only one
thing on her mind, Joey.
Her son had not called after school, to let her know he was home from school. She knew he was 15, and capable of caring for himself, but it was the
city, and life was cheap here. The four block walk from the bus stop to the front door of the empty apartment was the part of his day she always
But more so since Joey turned 15.
On a lark, Rachel and some girlfriends went to a medium when they were teens, and while her friends got typical readings, Rachel's reading made them
all regret the spontaneous decision.
The medium had told Rachel her first child would die when the child turned 15.
For years Rachel buried the creepy message, but then, after trying for years to conceive, and divorcing over her failure to be fertile, a one night
stand of grief enduced sex resulted in Joey, her pride and joy. And the mediums message came back to haunt her.
Her pride and joy who did not call her today!
He had forgotten a few other times, lost phone, phone not charged, out of service area, so she really was not THAT worried, more upset he was
disrespecting her. Overall, a good boy, Rachel had reminded him there were still pay phones in the city, and he would laugh and say yeah but most of
them take credit cards now, Ma!!
Busy ruffling through her purse, for her cell, to try his number again, she bumped into a kid, knocking him to the ground. In the process, her purse
slipped off her shoulder, and splattered the items into the sidewalk.
"Are you OK?" Rachel inquired, the kid was about the same age as her son.
"Uh sure, sorry my bad." He began helping gather her spilled items, and as quick as he had fell, he vanished down the street into the crowd.
The Last thing he handed her was her cell.
What a small act of kindness, she thought, here she was the one who bumped into him groping for a cell phone and this teen instead of robbing her, or
cussing her, helped her pick up her things.
All hope is NOT lost for the future, she mused.
She noticed she was about two blocks from home, and that was when she realized her cell phone was wet, or sticky. Was it raining?
Looking closer, she realized it was red, smeared blood, and that the phone was ringing.
It was Joey.
"Ma, hurry, someone was in the apartment when I got here and they took off down the street your way!! I got em ma I got em good with my fists, but
they got me too. I already called the police...."
Then the signal dropped.
Horrified, Rachel began to run, and when she got to the steps of the apartment, there lay her son, and a crowd of paramedics and police surrounding
Screaming she fought her way through, only to see her sons smiling face saying,
"Don't worry, all that karate you had me do saved my life, ma."
It wasn't until the lights dimmed at the hospital late that evening that she thought about her cell phone again, and the kid whom she was too
preoccupied to see had blood on him somewhere. She realized he fell because he had been running....into her.....away from something.....yet he helped
her pick up her stuff....he was someone's son too....
As Rachel fell asleep in the chair beside her son's bed, all she could think of.....
...was that small act kindness..........