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The Healer Part II (from my life story)

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The Healer Part II (from my life story)

Ms Agnes finally presented herself in front of me and ordered me to stand. I remember 
feeling small as I looked up into Ms Agnes' face, looking into eyes covered with an opaque 
blue film.  "Ho ow cha han chile" her voice barked. So I quickly stretched out my left 
one. "Ong un" voicing her impatience with me and pointing to my right hand. That 
right hand went out like a flash of light with the palm held up. Ms Agnes then 
dropped a package from about three inches above it. It was approximately three by 
three inches square and was wrapped like a present in brown paper bag material with a 
white twine wrapped around it twice. I could feel something inside that felt like hard 
small pebbles and it was only about an eigth of an inch thick. Ms Agnes then told me to 
grab a hold and take it in my grasp. "Nary let go chile" as she made it clear I was not 
to release the package until it was time. 

Ms Agnes then pointed at Daddy and Grandma and went on to say, "Dey gonna take ya down 
un ole terda (dirt) road. Ya gonna ge ow d truck n stot ta wakn. Wak down d terda road un 
take un tang an strow it ovre d onga. She gestured with her hands to show me that she 
wanted me to take the package in my right hand and throw it over my left shoulder. "Nar 
look back and nary pass ovre d terda road agin un tres d a (three days)un nary warts. What? 
Don't look back and never cross the dirt road again as long as I live and in three days all my 
warts would be gone forever! Before I knew it my my lips were moving and I said "Yeah 
Right!" SMACK!!! Grandma done slapped me up side my head. I caught myself noticing that 
for all my disbelief, through the distraction I still held on to that little package. 
And "Yes Ma'am" it was as I did exactly what I was instructed. 

Grandma and Daddy never got out of the truck as I performed the little ritual Ms. Agnes 
instructed. When I was all finished I returned to the truck and we drove the hour and half 
home in silence. I awoke early on the third day with a sliver of hope that Ms. Agnes was 
right. When I looked down and saw all those warts still there it sparked anger as I said, "See, 
told you that was stupid".  I didnt dare say that within Grandma's earshot lest I wanna 
get slapped up side my head again for being disrespectful. I went to bed that night 
so discouraged. But when I woke up the next morning not only were ALL 111 warts 
no longer on my hands, they were all in my bed. Well, all but the tiny six on my left 
knee that I had forgotten to count. 

Part III coming soon...

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  1. Date: 1/30/2010 1:46:00 PM
    Powerful powerful! Onward!

  1. Date: 1/29/2010 4:49:00 AM
    Your disbelief was covered by your parent's faith, and by the fact that you did what you were told to do. Sincerely, Love, Moses

  1. Date: 1/21/2010 3:54:00 PM
    Got me captivated with this piece Scarlett >> James

  1. Date: 1/16/2010 10:01:00 PM
    Thank you for telling me that Scarlett, I being Canadian, am not too farmiliar with these places, but I was right in assuming that place was in the deep south. You have a winner here, Scarlett. Love, Lainie

  1. Date: 1/16/2010 12:03:00 AM
    In Part I first paragraph is where the reader finds out that the events happened in Bossier City and Zwolle Louisiana. Zwolle is next to Ebarb, La where the Choctow-Apache tribe we belong to is from. Our heritage can be traced back for 100's of years long before there was an America. It is where my Grandmother and her children (including my father) lived. About as Deep South as it gets! LOL ;)

  1. Date: 1/15/2010 10:30:00 PM
    The end made me laugh, Scarlett. Nice narration of your healing story. I shall continue to read part 3. Thanks for sharing, Caroline.

  1. Date: 1/15/2010 5:23:00 PM
    Where did this happen, dear heart. I think somewhere in the deep south. Very intriguing. I will look for part three. Love, Lainie