FIRE AND ICE
By Tessa Harvey
Helga had lost vitality, the vital life-spark of hope, without which she could not recover. With the promise of an iphone, TV, books, she had been eating again.
The nursing staff, both men and women had taken turns to always be there. Some spoke of Jesus who is remembered for being born as a baby at Christmas and later, as an adult, dying for us and rising again. One day, a young male nurse brought in a Children's Bible, well-illustrated. Helga was transformed. As she read, light and light and love poured into her. A resurrected King!
One day there was a great commotion and a group of unshushable people - adults, babies, children headed by Dr. Santa, his booming voice roaring around the ward. But Helga did not really hear or see him. He was pushing her beaming, happy mother who was in a wheelchair, but holding her arms out wide. Helga slipped out of her bed, stood and wobbled, while Ian Parker asked two nurses to stand next to her - a joyous reunion. Then she saw a family with identical twins, one was the boy she had seen in her dream - Thomas. The doctor said in his stage-quiet voice, "My grandson." There were three girls, one only a baby, held by a youngster not very much older than Helga, and another girl, the twin, happy and delighted to see her. She had friends and her very own mum, real at last.
COMING SOON - RECLUSE

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