Life as you know it can change in a blink of an eye; all it takes a second. You meet someone and wave at him, the next time you hear of him, he is gone-forever. For a minute, your mind is clouded with confusion and doubt and all it tells you is that it is not true. But later, it hits you so hard and then it hurts really badly.
Then you begin to remember your last encounter with him/her. What did you tell him or her? Was it pleasant or mean? If it was the former, the heart would breathe in for a moment and smile-at least you two shared a good last time. But if it was the latter, your heart would grow heavy with guilt that perhaps your harsh words or attitude drove him to his death.
No one wishes ill or death for anyone no matter how angry one may be even when they seem like they mean it. It sometimes takes a wrong turn for someone to realize this and most of the time, it may be too late.
Look around you-you want to see them tomorrow; trust me you do. You may think they are a nuisance but you don’t want them gone. Don’t wait for a tragedy to teach you that.
So be nice to people today and the days to come. And if you offended someone, go apologize before it is too late. Don’t wait for tomorrow to do what you can do today.
We are like thoughts-we exist for a second and vanish the next. Share the Good News, your time and whatever you have with someone, reach out to those who need your help and find it in your heart to forgive and love your enemies. Life is too short to waste on negative and exhausting sentiments.
Before this and each day ends, be sure you’ve settled whatever issues you have with whoever it is-your spouse, parents, wards, friends, colleagues.
Tomorrow might just be one day too late.
Inspired by “One day too late” track by Skillet.
Lucia stared at Allen confused as he held her hand and tried to stop the tears running down his face.
“Why are you crying?” She asked.
“I’m sorry for everything…you shouldn’t be here.”
“It is okay; the doctors say I’m fine so I guess I’ll be out of here soon. And you’re here with me and I feel safe so it is okay.” Allen nodded and kissed her hand.
“Have you informed my parents that I’m here?” She asked. He glanced at her.
“You didn’t want to have anything to do with your parents; you never liked to talk to or about them.”
“Really? Well, now that my memories have been wiped out, I think it is best I start afresh, right?”
“Sure…of course. I’ll call them right away,” He said as he took her phone.
A nurse entered.
“I need to run some tests,” she announced.
“Go ahead; I’ll make the call outside. I’ll be right back, honey,” Allen said and left the room. His hands began to tremble suddenly. He sighed and pressed the call button.
“Good morning, Mrs. Baker…”
Ted got out of the back of his father’s car when it pulled out in front of the family’s company premises. His parents joined him at the main entrance.
“Welcome back, sir,” the security guard at the door said.
“Thanks,” he said and entered. Ted continued to reply to the employees’ greetings until he met Jake. He cleared his throat.
“Welcome back, sir.”
Ted ignored him and headed towards his office. Anita intercepted him on the way.
“Please go to the conference room.”
“We have an important meeting son,” Mr. Bourbon said. Ted turned to look at his parents coming in.
“Fine; but she doesn’t enter the room,” Ted said, pointing at Anita.
“That’s not possible, son. We’re having this meeting thanks to her,” his mum said.
“I wonder what she might have done this time,” Ted muttered and entered the room. Everyone got seated. Anita sat opposite Ted. He swiveled his seat so as not to face her.
“Okay, good morning everyone. Today we meet here to hear some good news. After countless attempts to get McLean & Associates to sell their company to us, I’m glad to announce that it is likely to happen soon,” Mr. Bourbon said proudly.
“And we have no one but Ms. Anita Morgan here to thank for this.” Ted shot a stunned and suspicious glance at Anita who smiled innocently.
“How was she able to pull that off? I’ve tried to do that ever since I took over as Director-General,” Ted asked.
“Never underestimate the power of a woman, son,” Mrs. Bourbon said proudly, touching Anita’s hand gently with a smile. Anita smiled back.
“Uh huh; I think I’ve a very good idea.”
“Because of your incredible effort Miss Morgan, I believe it is only fair I let you handle all the official negotiations and transitional process…”
“What?” Ted asked loudly, almost springing out of his seat.
“Together with my son, of course,” he added, giving Ted a stern look.
“You too make a great team and I know you have the capacity to take this company to unimaginable heights. So whatever issue you two have, you better get it over and done with and be quick about it. Time is money. Let’s go, honey and leave them to sort out their problems.” They got up.
“See you at home, son,” Mrs. Bourbon said and kissed his son on the cheek.
“Yes mum; you know I’ll have to move back to my place any time soon.”
“Yes I understand you need to spend some time with your lady here…” Ted and Anita glanced at each other for a split second.
“It is not that…”
“I don’t want to know the details, dear. I understand. Have a nice day and don’t stress yourself out, okay?”
“Yes mum.” His parents left the room.
“Do you want to talk now?” Anita asked. Ted turned to face her.
“How did you pull it off? Did you drop your pants for the one in charge? I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“Don’t insult me, Ted; I wouldn’t stoop that low…”
“Insult you? You’re indeed a character, Anita. You sleeping with the owner of McLean will actually be a feather in your cap considering the last person you screwed.”
“Are we ever going to get past this?”
“I don’t think so; and the less I see of you around here, the better for both of us. I believe this place is too small for us. It feels you’re sucking all the oxygen in the room.”
“Teddy please…I know how much this means to you and that is why I went out of my way to make this deal happen so at least…”
“At least what, I would let your unfaithful act slide? It seems you don’t know me at all, Anita.”
“I’m sorry and it will never happen again. I’m ready to do anything you ask so we can go back to how we were.”
“You’d do anything? How about paying a visit to hell and actually staying there? You’ll be doing the whole of mankind a great deal of service,” Ted snapped.
“Ouch; okay, you’re still angry. I’ll give you all the time and space you need so get over yourself.” Ted chuckled.
“Get over myself, are you for real? I can’t stand you, Anita. If it was up to me, you’d be packing your stationery out of this building.”
“You’d sack me?”
“Without thinking twice. You’re here because you’re living on my parents’ good graces. Good for you but whatever plans you’ve in mind for the both of us, you might as well just forget them,” Ted said and walked out of the room.
Anita sighed. “One step at a time,” she assured herself.
A middle-aged woman rushed into Lucia’s room.
“Honey…oh no, what happened to you?” she said, as she touched her face lightly.
“You must be…Mrs. Baker,” Allen said cautiously.
“Yes I am; and you must be Allen, the guy who called. Thanks for letting me know. Lucia wouldn’t have called home even if she were dying.”
“But I called for you…mum.”
“Because you’ve lost your memories which I’d call a blessing at the moment. I’m so glad to see you alive, my dear. It is been a while since I saw or heard of you.”
“I must say I love the new you. We can all start afresh. Your father will be pleased to see you faring well. How about we call you by your middle name now?”
“My middle name?” Lucia asked, confused.
“Yes love; from now on, we’ll call you Monique. Do you like it?” Lucia shuddered.
“Well, it is my name, right?”
“Yes it is; Lucia Monique Baker but you never really used your middle name. What do you think, Allen?” she asked, turning to look at Allen who startled at the mention of his name.
“What do you think of us dropping her first name and calling her Monique from now on? Or you think Lucia suits her best?” She asked. Allen swallowed.
“Yeah, Monique is perfect; the name is a beautiful one.”
“Then Monique it is then,” She said with a contented smile.
The past is buried now; we can start afresh now, Allen thought gladly to himself. Maybe this was nature’s way of giving him a second chance with Lucia Baker and there was no way he was going to mess it up this time.
THE SIN-SATIONAL POWER OF LUST
LUST - "Intense or unbridled sexual desire"
(Source - Merriam-Webster Online at www.Merriam-Webster.com)
Lust moved from his heart to his head,
Then he played with the thoughts in his mind,
Next he's acted it out in somebody's bed
To the plan of the enemy blind.
He flirted boldly with the flesh,
He dabbled knowingly in raw sin,
“This is the day, Ted,” Dr. Grant said excitedly as he started to remove the bandage. Ted held his hand, stopping him.
“What is it?”
“Are we alone?” Dr. Grant hesitated.
“Yes, Ted; we are, why?”
“I can feel someone looking at me.”
“Relax; this will be over soon.” Ted slowly let go of his hand.
Soon, the bandage came off.
“Try opening your eyes, Ted.” He did and blinked.
“What do you see?”
“Everything is in a blur right now…” He blinked again and he could make out the form of some people in front of him. He rubbed his eyes and tried again. His eyesight was back but the people he saw were the last ones he wanted to meet on a day like that.
“Mum, dad?!” Mrs. Bourbon gave her son a tight smile. Ted’s eyes fell on the third person and his heart began to pound in his chest.
“Welcome back, Ted,” Anita said sweetly with a smile.
Ted glanced at the doctor.
“They told me not to tell you or else you’d drive them away.”
“With good reason.”
“I can’t believe you’ve been in here for weeks and you didn’t even bother to call home,” Ted’s mother said.
“Why, didn’t she tell you?” Ted asked, referring to Anita.
“I did and that’s why we’re here. We wanted to be the first people to welcome you back,” Anita said.
“I’m glad you’re well, son. Please discharge my son so I can take him home,” Mr. Bourbon said.
“Yes sir,” Dr. Grant said and walked out.
“Thank you for informing us, Anita. You’re indeed the best woman for our son,” Mrs. Bourbon said. Ted gave Anita a hard stare whiles she gave him a coy smile.
The room was silent as Ted scribbled his signature on the discharge forms. He handed it over to Dr. Grant.
“Don’t forget to come for a check-up next week so we can be sure everything is all right,” he reminded him.
“Yeah, I’d have willingly stayed if she was here,” Ted muttered.
“If who was here?” Ted’s mother asked.
“No one important,” Dr. Grant replied after he received a stern look from Ted.
Ted changed into the clothes and he walked with his family out. As they neared the entrance, he asked them to take the lead. Ted turned to the doctor.
“How’s she doing?”
“I haven’t heard anything else since that phone call, Ted.”
“So you don’t even know where she’s being admitted?”
“No, he wouldn’t tell me.”
“He, who’s he?”
“The guy who called; I believe he’s her boyfriend.”
“Uh huh, her abusive boyfriend. I won’t be surprised if he’s the reason why she’s in that condition right now.”
“Cindy seems to think likewise.”
“Please promise you’ll contact me immediately you hear any news about her. I honestly don’t feel comfortable leaving like this…it feels like I’m leaving her behind,” Ted pleaded.
“Sure I will; you really do like Lucia, huh?”
“I really want to see her before I leave this place. Don’t you happen to have a photo of her around?”
“No…it would be in her file and I’m not liberty to show it to you; it’s confidential.”
“I understand. It is just that I don’t know how she looks like and I wouldn’t know if she’s the one I’m going to meet tomorrow and I want to be ready when I meet her.”
“Ready for what?”
“I’ll know when I get there.”
“Who’s that lady with your parents, your girlfriend?”
“Ex. She’s the reason I ended up here. I can’t believe she got the guts to show up here again. Talk to you soon, doc,” Ted said as he offered his hand. Dr. Grant took it and shook it firmly,
“Take care, Ted Bourbon and enjoy your life.”
“Yeah, I intend to as soon as I find Lucia Baker.”
“It is not necessary to move back here, mum; I’m fine,” Ted said for the fourth time as they arrived at his parents’ house.
“And I’m not saying you should; I’m just imploring you to stay here till you’re fully recovered.”
“And I am,” Ted insisted.
“You just came out of a major surgery, Ted. It is a big deal. You’ll stay here so I look after you even if it is for a few weeks…”
“Besides I miss looking after you, son. Don’t you miss my company?”
“You know I do but I’m a busy…”
“I know and that is why I have to cater for you so you don’t go into a relapse.”
“Of course; as long as you stay here with your father and me,” Mrs. Bourbon concluded with a tight smile. Ted sighed in resignation. They got out of the car and entered the house. Ted threw himself on the couch and covered his face with his palms.
“You must be exhausted,” Anita remarked. Ted looked at her.
“And what are you doing here?”
“I was thinking maybe we’d have a talk?” Ted chuckled.
“What could we possibly talk about?”
“I think we should give you two some privacy…we’ll be in our room, son,” his dad said.
“Yes dad.” They excused themselves.
“I realize what I did was stupid and hurtful and I’m sorry. But I still love you, Ted and if you would find it in your heart to give me another chance, I promise…”
“I’m not interested, Anita.”
“Teddy please…we’re perfect together. Our families love each other and we complement each other really well.”
“And you forgot to add the fact that you love to screw jerks like Jake too.”
“That was a mistake, Ted.”
“A mistake, you call it? Dating you was my mistake and I don’t intend to repeat it.”
“Come on Ted, your parents wouldn’t…”
“This has nothing to do with my parents, Anita! This is my life and I don’t need you in it anymore. To think I almost proposed to you sickens me to the stomach. Leave before things turn ugly.”
“Won’t you at least let me bid your parents…?”
“I’ll tell them; get out.” Anita walked out.
Ted entered his room and took the tiny box out of his pocket. He opened it and the jewel glittered in the sunlight.
“I think I found you a new owner…But I must find her first.”
Allen sat at the waiting area very anxious. Lucia had undergone some emergency surgery and she was still unconscious. Part of him wished that she came around quickly so he could apologize to her for what he did. She would be very angry, he thought. She could hand him over to the cops which would be very deserving considering what he did. But another part of him wished she never woke up or at least not now.
“Mr. Simmons, Ms. Baker is awake now,” A nurse informed him breaking him out of his thoughts.
“What, okay? May…May I see her?”
“Sure…follow me.” He sighed deeply as he got up and followed the nurse.
“Please don’t engage her in much talk. She needs to rest.”
“Of course; thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She excused herself. Allen walked cautiously towards her. Lucia turned to look at him. He swallowed hard.
“Hi Lucia…how are you feeling?” Lucia looked at him blankly.
“Lucia…can you hear me?”
“Who are you?” she asked. Allen was taken aback.
“What, don’t you recognize me?” She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes.
Allen sighed and rejoiced inwardly. At least, she would never know what he did.
Have you ever being at that critical point when you’re just about to give up and a blink later, there your help appears…
How comforting it is to find someone at your side when you’re so weak to lift yourself up;
Someone to listen to you pour heart out and tell you everything will be okay;
To stay by your side whiles you cry and wait till you’re ready to get up again;
And carries you till you’re ready to walk again;
Can you be the one whose heart is big enough to love without reservations?
To stoop down to give a helping hand to the one who has just fallen?
To nurse his wounds and carry him till he is strong to walk again?
Will you be the Good Samaritan of our time?
And love your neighbor whoever he might be?
We are blessed to have met the Greatest Lover of all;
Who welcomes all into His embrace no matter how great the fall;
It is up to us to make others hear His call;
So He would tear down the wall;
Which keeps them bound and down;
Help lift someone up the same way He lifted us up each and every time we fell;
Show someone love just as He embraced us in love when we felt most worthless;
Be there for someone at his greatest point of need just as He always is for you;
The best way we can do this is to love;
Love is all we need to touch a soul, heal a heart and change a heart.
He lifted us from our bondage with His love;
So must we help our brethren stand by letting them know they are also worthy of love.
Inspired by “Lift Me Up” track by The Afters.
Ted’s eyes popped open. His heart was beating like he had just woken up from a very bad dream but his mind was blank. It was either he didn’t have a dream or the memories of it vanished the second his eyes opened.
He could hear some murmurings in the hallway but couldn’t pick up anything.
This is the day, he thought. He heard some footsteps entering his room.
“Good morning to you Teddy; I can see you’re awake already. Excited about the surgery?”
“Yeah I think so…who am I speaking to, please?”
“Oh I must say I’m offended, Mr. Bourbon. It is me, Cindy. Are you implying it’s only Lucia’s voice you can recognize around here?”
“I’m sorry, Cindy; it’s just that it is usually Lucia who checks up on me first in the morning.”
“I know; she should be here by now but she isn’t and you’ve to be prepped for your surgery and that’s why I’m here,” Cindy explained.
“Oh okay…have you called to check on her why she’s late?”
“Yes I have; three times already but her phone’s off. Don’t worry, she’ll walk you to the O.R.,” Cindy said with a smile.
“Is she normally late to work?”
“You’ve been here for a while. Has Lucia Baker ever been late on her rounds?”
“So should we be worried?”
“No, Ted. It happens sometimes. She’ll be in any minute. She knows today means a lot to you.”
“Okay.” He closed his eyes and muttered a simple prayer: Please bring her to work safely, God.
Dr. Grant entered.
“The day is finally here, Mr. Bourbon. You must be happy.”
“That’s good. You’ll be wheeled to the O.R. in a few minutes and we’ll start soon after. Would you want to go over the procedure with the surgeon-in-charge?”
“Well, I’d love to have Lucia by my side before I’m taken to the O.R. so if talking to the doctor would help while away the time whiles I wait for Lucia, that will be great.”
The doctor and nurse exchanged a glance.
“Of course, Ted. I’ll get him right away.”
“So are you okay with what I’ve said so far?” the doctor asked.
“Yes I am.”
“Okay then; we’ll meet in the O.R.,” he said and excused himself.
Dr. Grant patted Ted on the shoulder.
“It will be fine. The nurses will wheel you…”
“Wait; is Lucia in yet?”
“Unfortunately no, Ted. We’ve tried her number several times but it is off.”
“Can we wait for her?”
“Ted, we’ve booked the O.R. for this morning. There are two other surgeries booked after yours.”
“So can you just reschedule mine for the afternoon and let one of the two take my place right now?” Ted asked.
“No we can’t. The surgeon who will be working on you has an incredibly tight schedule and it is a miracle we got him on such a short notice.”
“Short notice? I had to wait for 2 weeks!”
“My point exactly; that hardly happens and he has to fly out immediately after your surgery so rescheduling isn’t an option here.”
“Could you please try her number one last time?” Ted pleaded.
Cindy glanced at the doctor who nodded. Cindy stepped out and came back with a telephone. She dialed Lucia’s number and gave the phone to Ted.
Please pick up, Lucia; don’t abandon me now, please, he silently prayed. He put the phone down in despair.
“It is still off.”
“So what happens now?” Dr. Grant asked.
“Why, is there another option here?”
“Well, if you think Lucia’s presence is that important to you, we can cancel the procedure and book for another day and I honestly don’t know exactly when that would be but you’d have to be discharged because apart from your sight, you’re perfectly fine.”
“No; I’m not leaving this place blind. I’ll have the surgery.”
“Wise decision. I’ll let Lucia know where you are the moment she arrives,” Dr. Grant promised.
“Thanks.” He was quickly wheeled away.
“Ready, Mr. Bourbon?” the surgeon asked Ted. He nodded as he swallowed hard. When they put the tube on his nose and the anesthesia began to kick in, the last memory he had in mind were that of Lucia’s voice saying ‘Don’t worry; everything will be all right’. His slowly slipped into unconsciousness.
Midway through the surgery, Dr. Grant came in to the O.R.
“How’s he doing so far?” he inquired.
“Great; I’ll be done soon.” Dr. Grant noticed Ted’s fingers moving.
“Is he moving?”
“What?” His fingers moved again.
“Oh no, the anesthesia is wearing off! Fix it, please!” A syringe was immediately inserted into the tube and the contents emptied into it. A few seconds later, Ted stopped moving. The surgeon sighed in relief.
“Thank you, Dr. Grant.”
“Anytime,” he replied and walked out of the O.R.
Hours later, Ted woke up and felt his head bandaged up. He touched it with his hand and groaned in pain. He heard someone enter.
“Are you okay, Mr. Bourbon?” Cindy asked.
“I have a terrible headache.”
“Sure; I’ll get you some analgesics.”
“Is Lucia around?”
“No…she’s still not in.”
“Is she okay?”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ll ask Dr. Grant and get back to you.”
“I’d appreciate that, thank you.”
“I’ll be right back.”
“How’s my patient of the month doing?” Dr. Grant asked as he entered.
“Well rested, I guess. When are the bandages coming off?” he asked.
“I hope the surgery went well.”
“Yes it did.”
“And Lucia, why isn’t she in yet?” He cleared his throat.
“I received a phone call when you were in surgery. She suffered some sort of accident last night.”
“What, what kind of accident?”
“I’m not very clear on it. So she has been admitted and the doctors are keeping a close eye on her.”
“Has she been admitted here?”
“No, not here.”
“Is it very serious?”
“It seems so but the doctors are hopeful she’ll come out fine.”
“I really wanted her to be the first person I get to see when these bandages come off.”
“I know; but one day, you may get to meet her.”
“May get to? You make it sound like the chance of that happening is slim.”
“Well, life happens but I do hope you do get to meet her. She is indeed a nice person.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Do you want me to call your family so they can be here tomorrow?”
“No…I might as well do this alone. I’ve been in this alone from the beginning…with Lucia and if she’s not here, then it will be just me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Okay; I’ll be back to check up on you, Ted.”
“Okay; thanks for telling me.”
“You’re welcome.” He left the room.
“Oh Lucia…you promised me…you promised you’d be here,” Ted muttered.
Here we are again, gradually closing in on another year full of lessons and blessings and everything in between. And my day was made a joyous one when Joseyphina’s World was nominated for this lovely award by none other but Wendell Brown of http://foreverpoetic.me . I don’t know if you’ve ever stumbled upon his blog but if you haven’t, please take a minute and click on the link above and if you never believed in love, you’ll surely be converted!
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