The Day I Pounded Upon Gods Door: A True Story In The Presence of Trauma Mareh

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Published: April 17th 2012

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The Day I Pounded Upon Gods Door: A True Story In The Presence of Trauma  by  Mareh

The Day I Pounded Upon Gods Door: A True Story In The Presence of Trauma by Mareh
April 17th 2012 | Kindle Edition | PDF, EPUB, FB2, DjVu, talking book, mp3, RTF | 103 pages | ISBN: | 5.68 Mb

Just as suddenly as the chaotic and terrifying ordeal had all started it seemed as though all movement ceased in a split second.There was blood sprayed in every direction, inside and out and on the ground. I had blood coming out of my mouth, nose,MoreJust as suddenly as the chaotic and terrifying ordeal had all started it seemed as though all movement ceased in a split second.There was blood sprayed in every direction, inside and out and on the ground.

I had blood coming out of my mouth, nose, and ears. The pounding of my heart was mammoth, I could feel it pounding almost at the top of my head.I was stoic as a statue- expressionless, motionless. The sound of the cold breeze whistled around me like a cruel joke.

My jaws were locked, my body began to shiver, and then it shook uncontrollably. My teeth began to chatter.I had never before experienced such grief in all my life. My mind was just racing, like a fanatic, my heart pounding out of control.No one could have imagined the depth of my grief at that moment in time. Helpless and immobile, as I stood there watching my husband leave his body I felt that I would lose my mind.

I screamed yet there was not a sound that would come out of my mouth! In one long uninterrupted silent scream I screamed at Peter not to die, I screamed at the other driver who caused this nightmare, I screamed at my pathetic legs for not being able to walk. I screamed for God, I screamed to Him for help. My God, my God, please do not abandon me, I begged Him.Then from the depths of my soul came a gut-wrenching, primal scream that had been involuntarily released right out of my throat and from the pit of my stomach, a scream so agonizing that one of the men who was standing at the scene immediately covered his ears with both hands and sobbed like a child, his face contorted in obvious torture, his hands tightly squeezing the volatile sounds of my shrieks out of his ears.It was a scream that was no longer my own but that of a sadness that came from deep within the uncharted and dormant corners of my heart.

It was a scream that awakened in me a state of reverence and dread of unmatched proportions.I fell to my knees and came pounding upon Gods door that day!The speckles of broken glass reflected light like a thousand stars in a fallen sky.

I watched in disbelief how we really have no control of our own lives, how with one blink of an eye your whole life can change, forever!



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