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Saturday, October 20, 2012

Story Week 3, Healthy Lunch

Today’s post is the fifth in this Story Week. The stories are all from the writers’ “Advanced” Category and were entered in the Faith Writers Weekly Writing Challenge. Each week a topic is posted and writers have one week to come up with an article, story or poem that has no more than 750 words. Click on Faith Writers and check out the writers group, as well as how you might enter a story in the challenge.

The following story was written by a friend of mine, Camille Swanson, who  entered it in the challenge under the topic ”Junk Food.” Camille has written several books and maintains a blog, the address of which is noted after her story.

Healthy Lunch

I was literally standing still due to construction work on a highway. In addition to the traffic, there was a five car accident that needed to be cleared. Thankfully there were no fatalities.

While I was waiting, there were two cars that were in line with my peripheral vision. To the left, an SUV with three screaming children. The mother slumped forward, one hand on her forehead and the other on the steering wheel. To the right, a Mercedes. The silver fox behind the wheel looking straight ahead. The white-haired female passenger doing the same.

I was starving! I opened my lunch bag and grabbed some carrots. While munching, I thought...boy how I wish this were a chocolate bar or a chocolate layer cake with mocha- filling.

The apple looked boring, as did my tuna-fish sandwich on rye. I was in the mood for junk food. Something I abandoned a long time ago. The main reasons were age and health issues. But, I remember care-free junk-a-holic days as if they were yesterday. My sensible lunch at work was always followed by a decadent dessert.
Éclair, German Forest cake, cannoli, banana crème pie, chocolate crème pie.
Boy times have changed.

Eclipsed by thoughts of decadent delight I smiled. When suddenly… pounding on my passenger window. I moved clear out of my seat as the carrot fell from my hand.

A young woman's face met my gaze her tear-filled eyes narrowed, "May I please have your food?" she continued pounding.

I opened the window partially. "Excuse me? What is it you just asked?"

"My daughter is a diabetic and she's having an insulin reaction. Her sugar is low. I forgot her food bag on our table. She needs food. Please!" Her voice got higher in volume.

I opened the window completely quickly giving her the food bag. "Oh, of course...please take this. There's juice in there also."

"Thank-you, God bless..."

From my rear-view mirror I watched the tiny figure disappear into a white car. I began to pray for the little girl and the trusting frantic mom. She pounded on the window for her daughter's life. And out of all the cars, God sent her to mine.

Dear Lord, my Father, please help that mother minister to her child. Please let the child be okay. Oh my God, my Lord...You can do anything. You brought her to my window, I thank You for letting me be able to assist You. You used me as Your vessel providing the food and the means to help. Forgive me for thinking those silly decadent thoughts earlier about junk-food. I feel so foolish. Please help them both, I ask in Jesus' name. Amen.

I put on my Bible CD and listened to Matthew…Beatitudes for a little while. I was filled with peace.

Taking a peek in the mirror again I saw the tiny figure emerge. She walked toward me. Sitting up I opened my window.

“Is she okay?” My heart was thumping loudly.

“Yes. Yes, she’s fine.” She reached out to take my hand, “thank you so much. God showed me the car I should come to. He said I could trust you. And you had healthy foods. All good things for my little girl. No junk-food. So thank you!” Her voice cracked.

“Wow. I don’t know what to say…”

“Nothing needs to be said. You’ve helped. So thank you.” Her rumpled clothes were stained with tuna-fish and juice. She caught my eyes, “It can be hard getting her to eat and drink when she’s in that state. Sometimes my clothes get more then she does.”

“Oh, looks like we’re moving again. You better get back. Take care of yourself, and your daughter.”

“God does both. Thank you. May God shower you with endless blessings and bestow great favor upon you.” She waved before running off.

As I watched her get back into her car, I was filled with happiness. I realized that we never know when we are going to be used for God’s purposes. I smiled and looked upward. Lord thank You. Amen.


FYI: Type 1 Diabetes (Juvenile Diabetes)
• Juvenile Diabetes is a very serious disorder. As many as three million Americans may have type 1 diabetes.
• Each year, more than 15,000 children and 15,000 adults - approximately 80 people per day - are diagnosed with type 1 diabetes in the U.S.
• 85 percent of people living with type 1 diabetes are adults.
• The rate of type 1 diabetes incidence among children under the age of 14 is estimated to increase by 3% annually worldwide

Camille’s blog address, which is also where one can find information about her books:

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