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Time in a bubble

Time in a bubble

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The world moves so slowly now and all I see are manicured lawns and greens and yellows everywhere. Time stood still while I was gone and all that I left behind still sits neatly in its place. The home I once knew still is gone and the soulmate I once held in my arms is still at rest. Yet….I am not at rest. I see the birds playing in the trees outside my window and I think..I feel as if this world is not for me anymore. Try as I may and as much as I want it to be I still can’t find him in it….he is gone…and I remain.

Again I learned to slow down in Africa. Again I learned to not be in control in Africa. Again I saw many eyes staring at me as a stranger in their land. They graced me with there concept of time and now back in the States I must adapt back to this concept of time. A world where time means everything and cramming as much into ONE day is crucial if not vital to existing in it.

Back in Africa I left a young girl behind in a boarding school. She has a small little bunk bed and a little elephant to hug at night, but I felt such sadness leaving her behind again. She is not my daughter, I shall never have one of those. She is not family in the normal sense, She is thousands of miles away tucked away in a little mountain village hopefully not turned away by lack of funds.

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Back in Africa there is a young lady with such strength children her age in America should learn from. She lives alone, abandoned and forgotten to many, yet she smiles and keeps on living. Many other young ladies with no one to care for them keep walking up that mountain to go to school not every knowing what impact they have on those they meet. I shared time with them…time in a bubble….

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My luggage is all unpacked and I am doing laundry with such luxury, a Washing Machine. I had a can of Condensed Chicken Noodle Soup and was mesmerized by the simplicity of making it. The few bits of food in my cabinet that I have to eat..I wonder how I’ll keep eating each day. I wonder what tomorrow will bring. I wonder so many things.

I am spoiled, I am fortunate, I am alone, but I think I won’t call myself a Widow anymore. Instead my new name will just be Miss Sarah the fortunate to have met so many hearts in Africa that showed me what’s important.

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2 Comments so far

Curtis PoorPosted on  5:18 pm - Jul 3, 2015

Great story thanks for sharing!

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