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A Mother's Love
By Markus V
Don't ask me how I got myself in this predicament. It was three
months ago.
That particular Monday started out normal enough. I reported to
my job at U.S. Express overnight shipping twenty minutes before
my regular 7:30 am start time. The first person I see is Becky,
one of the U.S. Express Portland Oregon station's sixty-two
delivery drivers.
I tried to be a delivery driver, but I didn't pass the required
defensive driving class. Now the powers that be at U.S. Express
won't let me near their trucks with a ten-foot pole. I'm not a
bad driver, and definitely by no stretch of the imagination an
offensive driver. I made more than a few mistakes on the road
test and my driving instructor flunked me. I've just resigned
myself to my measly $10.10 an hour paycheck I get as a front
counter clerk and forgot about ever achieving the $12.89 an hour
earnings that U.S. Express starts its delivery drivers out on.
Anyway Becky engages me in some harmless flirtatious banter.
Becky is pretty enough, but she is married with two kids. Nothing
is gonna happen here. Why are all the good looking women married
anyways?
After Becky is through clocking in, my time card goes in right
after hers. I walk into the office area and place my time card in
my desk when Dawn the station's executive assistant asks for
clarification about the sizes of the new uniforms I ordered.
Carol is the station's trace agent, she shows me a print out of
some scans I performed on an airway bill to a package that a
customer brought to the station's front counter last Friday.
There it is as plain as day. According to the printout, with my
trusty hand I held scanner computer and processed this package as
a Monday delivery package when the customer needed it there
Saturday, as it was clearly marked on the airway bill. This
customer is plenty mad at U.S. Express. She was mailing the
prescription diabetes medicine that her Dad left at her house
during a recent visit.
God, I hate it when I do stupid things like that.
Johnny my manager and I exchange the usual pleasantries, he of
course chastised me about my mistake last Friday. Kathy my fellow
front counter agent pops out of the ladies room.
Kathy is pretty much the only person that I work with that I just
plain cannot get myself to like or respect. She is a
knowledgeable and capable enough worker when she is focused on
her job. Her personal life is a mess. The fact that Kathy is
slightly overweight doesn't really bug me. It's the damn peach
fuzz on her damn face that makes her a very unpleasant woman to
look at. Kathy's face needs a shave worse than my face does.
She is a thirty-seven year old single mother of a pretty cute
seven-year-old daughter Madison, whom I've met. I guess Kathy has
had a pretty rough life. She grew up with three older brothers,
and a dad who she says emotionally abused her. Then as the
psychobabble community preaches, Kathy repeated the cycle of
emotional abuse and married a man (Madison's dad) that
emotionally abused her as her dad did.
Because she has had all these men emotionally abusing her she now
has an attitude that seems to say "Life has treated me like shit
therefore life owes me." I know she has this attitude because she
is very fond of saying with a non joking all serious and pride
"I'm the type of person people would be glad to see win the
lottery." I ask you what the hell kind of statement is that? This
is obviously a person who lives her life wanting people to feel
sorry for her. As far as I'm concerned IT AIN"T GONNA HAPPEN!!!!
As it stands now in the mess that is Kathy's life her ex-husband
had her declared an unfit parent and has taken primary custody of
Madison. The $10.10 an hour she makes as a part-time (very hard
to get full time work at U.S. Express) worker at U.S. Express is
her only source of income aside from the funds she gets from her
fairly wealthy brother. Per court order her ex-husband is
garnishing a sizeable amount from her meager paycheck for child
support.
I've been working with Kathy for close to two years now and of
course Kathy is clueless and will never know the utter seething
contempt I feel for her every time I come into work. That's the
difference between guys and gals. Guys are more task oriented.
Guys can almost hate each other and still word side by side for
the common goal of earning a paycheck. Women are relationship
oriented. Women have to like their co-workers in order for them
to do their jobs well. Knowing this, I felt it better for the
sake of both of our job security if I just kept my mouth shut and
pretend to like her. I am able to put up a pretty good front. I
am a guy after all.
As it stands now in the shambles that is my life. I am a thirty
two year old single male with no prospects for a girl friend.
(What girl would want to date a loser like me?) No prospects for
earning any income above my meager earnings at U.S. Express.
Probably the best decision I've made is not buying another
automobile after mine died on me. Not having to pay for car
repairs, gasoline or insurance, the funds in my checking account
have yet to fall below $1200.00. I like the security of not being
perpetually broke. I'm a forty-five minute walk from work so I
hardly ever ride public transit. At the end of my shift I am
usually offered a ride home by my co-workers including Kathy.
It's fifty-fifty with me. Sometimes I actually like walking home.
So sue me. A lot of time I accept the rides home. Kathy however
seems to get the most offended when I say no thank you to her
offer of a ride.
To maintain workplace harmony I let her drive me home that rainy
foggy Monday night three months ago.
BIG MISTAKE.
The fog was like pea soup so Kathy was driving her Mercury Sable
station wagon no faster than twenty-five miles an hour, which was
fine by me. The last conscious moment I remember was seeing a
good ten-yard ahead of us a red light switching to a green light
below it. There were no other cars a head of us. As we go under
the green light, I look out my passenger window to see these
humongous headlights barreling toward our automobile.
It all goes black and I remember going toward a bright light but
I know I was not walking toward that bright light. I was just
going toward the light and it was my conscious choice to go
toward the light. I could have chosen to stay put or go left or
right or even turn away from he light, but I chose to go toward
the light.
When I pass through the light I see a bright luminous gate and I
see Kathy. I cannot explain it. Kathy is not in the human form I
know as Kathy. Her form is in that of multi colored light green,
light blue, white, pink, and yellow lights. I know it's Kathy. I
hear Kathy yelling to no one in particular.
*Yo!! I cannot be dead. Why don't you send me back. I've got a
daughter down there who needs her Mom.*
As for me, the way I was feeling, my life was not going anywhere.
I was not going to commit suicide because that would be a cop
out. But hey as long as I was at Heaven's door, why not knock on
it as the song goes.
*Yo!! You can let me in if you want to.* I shout.
At that point I hear the thundering voice of my maternal
Grandmother's New England twang. (She died a little over a year
ago.)
*Mawky what makes you think that we would want a snobbish,
condescending, judgmental jerk like yourself here.* Then to
Kathy, *Don't worry dear, it will be your time some day, but not
today. We just brought you two up here to tell you that we are
sending you back. To make yourselves into better people we need
you two to help each other, to learn from each other. You both
have qualities that one of you has in abundance and the other
sorely need. You will be sent back to the realm of the living to
help each other.*
*Mawky we do have a special task for you. Your body or vessel was
the most damaged during this occurrence. You will need to commit
all of your life energy to the healing your body. You mustn't
perform this task half-heartedly.*
*Grandma with all due respect, I have no sense of mission or
purpose in the living world. Spiritually I may not be capable of
giving anymore than a halfhearted commitment to healing my body.*
*Well Mawky if it is a mission you need in the living world, then
it is a mission you will get in the living world. BE GONE!!!*
With those words thundering I kind of expected to see some
lightning and hear some thunder. All that happened was that the
gates disappeared, and it all went black, and that damn bright
light appeared again. So like an idiot I go to it and through it
again.
I wake up with this splitting headache.
As I slowly open my eyes, I see and hear a nurse say, "Quick
someone get the doctor; she's opening her eyes."
As I become more coherent I slowly try to get up, but I'm stopped
by the nurse who says, "Easy Kathy; you've had a rough night."
Huhhh!!!! What??? Kathy???
"The graveyard shift doctor on staff was called to the emergency
room; he'll be with you shortly. Your brothers Bobby and Sam have
been waiting for you to wake up. They just went home to shower
and change their clothes. They should be back shortly."
Good my brothers Sam and Bobby are here. Sam flew all the way
from Connecticut to Oregon. What a cool brother.
As I become more coherent I look around at my surroundings. I'm
hooked up to IV's and clear bags dripping clear fluid into my
arms.
"How long have I been out?" I ask in my hoarse voice.
The nurse replies, "Approximately 36 hours dear."
I look around I see my fingernails and have dark pink fingernail
polish on them.
I lift up my fingernails and ask the nurse, "WHAT'S THIS???"
"Oh those were like that when you were brought in. If you don't
like that color, I have some nail polish you might like."
Oh Great!!! I have a freaking comedian for a nurse.
"Here drink this."
I take the cup of water from the nurse and drink it and say,
"Thank You."
The hoarseness is gone, but it ain't my voice. It's higher
pitched and shrill. I run my hands through my hair and touch my
ears. My ears have little studs in them. I've never pierced my
ears. I always joked that I was too big of a sissy to get my ears
pierced. I look down at my chest and notice two mounds on my
chest. They are sensitive to my touch.
I looked up in disbelief at the nurse and ask, "What happened?"
The nurse replies, "You were in car accident dear. An eighteen-
wheeler broadsided the passenger side of your car as you were
crossing an inner section on a foggy night. You only suffered a
nasty bump on the head. Mark, the gentlemen riding in the car
with you, did not fair as well. He suffered some internal
injuries. His spleen had to be removed. The Doctor's worked on
him for six hours closing up the hemorrhaging. It was touch and
go for a while, but as of a few hours ago his vitals were
stabilized. Do you remember any of this dear?"
"No I just remember being in the car and then waking up here."
Another nurse at the door announces that the patient's brothers
are here and are anxious to see her.
I say bring them on in.
Two guys enter the room one of whom I've met briefly. I forgot
Kathy also has a brother Bobby and a brother Sam. Kathy also has
a brother Mark.
This is going to get confusing...
To Be Continued.
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