Safe in the Heart of a Miracle: More True Stories of Medical Miracles by Teague Gloria

Author:Teague, Gloria [Teague, Gloria]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: miracles
ISBN: 9781620160008
Publisher: Buoy Up Press
Published: 2011-11-20T04:30:00+00:00

Big Things Come in Small Packages

“Mommy?”

Jessica leaned around the corner and saw her son’s freckled face partway through the screen door.

“What is it, Rusty? What did you do this time?”

“I didn’t do nothin’, Mama. I just wanted to show you something.”

“Is it something I have to come outside to see or something you’re bringing in the house to show me?”

“Well, it’d be okay either way, but I’ll just go ahead and bring it on in. You’re goin’ to like it, Mommy.”

“It better not be another big old turtle, Russell James Daniels! And it better not be another poor baby bird that fell out of the nest that we have to watch die. And so help me, if it’s another gerbil, hamster, rat or whatever you call them that someone’s mother told him he had to get rid of so he gave it to you, it’s going right back where it came from. And never again bring in a field mouse you rescued from Mrs. Talley’s cat. Just no more weird animals, Rusty, and I mean it!”

“It ain’t a weird animal, Mama.” Rusty had come to stand so close behind her it started her when he spoke.

She turned to see his hands clasped together as if in prayer and Jessica got a bad feeling. “What is it, Rusty? What did you managed to scavenge this time?”

He opened his grimy little boy hands, complete with blisters from digging a hole for the baby bird that hadn’t survived, bruises from where Mrs. Talley’s cat had scratched him repeatedly, trying to retain custody of the little mouse she intended to eat as soon as the silly little redheaded boy would j-u-s-t-l-e-t-g-o, but the boy was stronger and more determined. In the smallest of gaps made when Rusty opened his praying hands just a little, a tiny black nose stuck out, sniffling the air, trying to figure out the new scents.

“That better not be a raccoon, Rusty! No? What is it, then? Possums don’t have black noses, do they? Okay, you know what? Just never mind. I don’t care what it is, get it out of my house. No matter what you call it, it’s an animal and I ain’t allowing no more animals in, or around, this house. Now get! I mean it. Get it on out of here!”

There are few things in the world more heart-tugging that the crestfallen face of a five year old. No matter how bad her day had been, that adorable face that she loved more than life itself, got to her every time.

Jessica put her hand on her son’s shoulder to stop him, then knelt in front of him, peering into those tiny hands. “Okay honey, what do you have there?”

Rusty was hesitant as he loosened his grip on the small creature. A brown furry head no larger than an orange popped up and began to lick at the little boy’s dirty fingers. Ears stuck up like those of a doe and large brown eyes glanced nervously at the person who had been yelling just moments before.

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