Читать книгу The Freedom of Forgiveness - Allen B. Jackson - Страница 23

The Freedom of Forgiveness

telling me I couldn’t go in. At some point my body went lifeless as I dropped to the ground, screaming, “Mama, Mama, Mama! Oh God, my mama! I want to see my mama! I want to see my mama!”

The next thing I knew was that I woke up lying in the bed in the back of one of the paramedic trucks. I immediately jumped up, asking to see my mama. The paramedics tried to tell me in the most sensitive and thoughtful way that my mom was dead, I could see it in their faces, but there was no way to tell me that my mother was dead that would have been OK with me. I asked them to let me out of the truck and they did. I walked back over to my stepfather and my aunt standing in the drive way. By this time, my oldest brother had arrived and he was crying uncontrollably. I started to cry and scream again. But all of a sudden, it hit me: Why was my younger brother not there? Where was he? “Where is he?” I asked my aunt and my stepfather. “Has anyone called him?”