“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
-expert from the Holy Bible NIV version Romans 8:38,39
My last work day of the week at the office started out just like any other day. The phone lines were ringing nonstop and the receptionist truly had her hands full as she held the phone in one hand and wrote out messages and potential leads with the other. Who would’ve ever thought that my simple idea of developing software would prove to be the most sought after development company in the United States. I was truly proud of my accomplishments in life and even more thankful to God for blessing me with parents that taught me how to appreciation, how to accept the bad which was making room for the good, the value of treating others like I want to be treated and the sense to recognize that God’s love straight from the heart conquers all.
Unfortunately, my father, Devonshire Currian Sr. has gone on to be with the Lord. He was a highly decorated soldier of the U.S. Marines, who died in the line of duty. My father was not just a brave, honorable, respectful and highly respected soldier, but also an even more remarkable friend, brother, uncle, cousin, husband and father. Even though my father was one of the kindest and most meekest souls you’d ever want to meet, no one, including myself ever took his kindness and meekness for granted. Maybe it was due to his above average height, his overly large hand, his big broad shoulders, the bulging of his muscles through his clothes or his profoundly deep voice. He was most definitely a man that you thought twice about angering. Oh how much I miss him. It seems unreal that he’s no longer here, and the pain is still not totally gone, but I thank God for all the happy and memorable thoughts I have of him.
I am forever grateful and thankful to still have my mother on the land of the living. This woman’s life speaks for itself. But, in order for me to help you understand just how astonishing she is, I will tell you a little bit about her. My mother, is a beautiful rare flower that stands steady and tall among the most ugliest and droopiest weeds. Her spirit is so bright and warm that it resembles the feeling one feels when imagining or seeing the sun reflect off of the ocean on a tolerable summery day. This woman’s heart projects a voice from her mouth that immediately melts the hearer’s heart like a flame on the tip of a candle as it burns its way down to the very bottom. In short, whether she’s battling sickness or she’s in great health, she is forever smiling as she stands strong, keeps the faith, and patiently waits for her hardships to turn into testimonies. I truly believe in my heart that my grandparents recognized immediately after the birth of her that she was an angel and therefore that’s why they gave her the most fitting name ever, which is Angelica.
Patricia, what time is my first appointment? Mr. Currian, please accept my apology sir. These phone lines have ringing back to back and even though I printed out your appointment schedule, I haven’t had the chance to get the printout to you yet sir. I’m on my way in at this very moment. No problem at all Patricia. Here you go sir and thanks for being so patient. Umm, let’s take a look. Your first appointment is in about thirty minutes and it’s the appointment that you’ve been preparing for, for weeks. It’s that demonstration and sales pitch you and your executive team put together for Global Dominity. Everything is all set up for you as you requested sir in the Grand meeting room. Patricia thank you so much your continuous hard work. I’m honored sir, but the true thanks goes to you Mr. Currian for being the type of boss that inspires and brings out the best in his employees.
As I headed to the Grand meeting room, the phone lines were still ringing nonstop, assuring yet another rewarding and profitable day. As I continued to walk to the Grand meeting room, my smile grew wider and wider as I saw the joy that consumed my executives’ faces in spite of their busy and intense work day. The owner of Global Dominity and his executive team were steadily entering the Grand meeting room one by one. As everyone got seated , I began to introduce myself. My name is Devonshire Currian Jr. and today I’m going to make your work life easier and at the same time assure you that you will go home each day with a smile regardless of how busy or intense your workday turns out to be. Immediately you could see and feel the joyous intensity that beamed throughout the Grand meeting room. All eyes were on me, as well as each and every individual’s undivided attention. As I continued with my demonstration, I could already tell from the positive nods and the excited looks from the team members of Global Dominity, that this was going to be our most lucrative contract yet.
Suddenly my eyes caught a glance of Patricia through the Grand meeting room window. I could see such sadness and concern all over her face. I was truly concerned, so I began to wrap up the meeting and demonstration. Before I could dismiss the meeting all the way, I heard what appeared to seem like the most desperate knock ever. It was Patricia, so I took a couple of swallows, opened the door and once it was opened, she informed me that she had a devastating message for me. My heart was pounding, and the first thought that crossed my mind, was please don‘t let it be momma. All I could think about was my mother being okay. The Global Dominity team could see that something occurred that needed my undivided attention. So, immediately the owner of Global Dominty shook my hand on his way out the door and assured me that we had the contract. Also, he wanted to make sure that I gave priority to my important situation and once it was resolved, we could get together again and seal the deal. As everyone left, Patricia grabbed my hand and said just a few words to me, but they cut me deeper than any two edged sword. Patricia informed me that Dr. Rowendocker called in reference to my mother and said that I should come home immediately. I almost fainted, but immediately pulled myself together so that I could get home as quick as possible to be by my mother’s side. My mind was full of so many thoughts. The main thought that entered my mind was that I won’t be able to make it if I have to suffer another loss of a loved one, especially the loss of my mother.
As I fastened my seat belt and started up the car, I began to pray aloud to God. At this specific time, I really didn’t care what the people passing by thought. All I knew is that I needed my mother to be okay. My prayer went something like this, “Heavenly Father I truly believe in my heart that my mother is one of your Angels. She loves everyone unconditionally and treats even the worst person like they are someone special. My mother is too special to not just me, but everyone whose life she has had the opportunity to touch. Why God, oh why God, do the ones that truly love me and the ones that I love and have a special place in my heart for have to suffer or die? Please God, my heavenly Father please keep your loving arms of protection all around her.”
As I slowly started to approach my neighborhood, I saw things going on that I had never ever seen before. Hundreds and hundreds of birds were scattered about, all on the roof tops and all over the grass. The street lights were flickering off and on even though it wasn’t dark outside. The closer I got to my house, the more unnatural things began to look. The cats and dogs were on top of all of the vehicles with their heads tilted as if they were looking up at something. While they constantly barked and meowed at the top of their lungs. There was not one human being outside at this time, except for myself. When I looked at the different homes in the neighborhood, all I could see was people peeping through their window blinds looking at the weird activities of the dogs, cats and birds. My heart began to pound more and more, especially when I approached my house. I couldn’t even pull into my driveway because of all the birds. The scariest part of all was the overly large cloud that was only above my house and nobody else’s. This cloud was the scariest cloud I’d ever seen. As I watched it, it appeared to be pulsating as it kept slowly descending closer and closer to my roof top. With my mother being more important to me than anyone or anything else, the concern of the descending cloud disappeared from my thoughts altogether as I rushed into the house to be by my mother’s side.
When I walked into the house, I didn’t see anyone, so I immediately ran upstairs. The door to my mother’s room was closed and Dr. Rowendocker stood outside of her room as if he was guarding it to keep anyone from going in. The look on the doc’s face was not just puzzling, but also frightening. His look confirmed that I wasn’t prepared to see what awaited me inside my mother’s room. As Dr. Rowenbocker began to open his mouth to speak, nothing came out at first. Once sounds started to protrude from his mouth, they were just a bunch of stuttering sounds and gibberish. He appeared to be in a total state of shock, and for a brief moment I though that I was going to have to slap him. He soon got up the nerves to tell me what was going with my mother. He said, “Devonshire, in all my years of practicing medicine, I’ve never seen any condition or illness with so many rare symptoms, that can‘t be treated. Your mother’s body is laying so stiff and cold, just like a dead person’s body. There is no pulse, no breathing activity or any movement of any of her limbs. I truly thought that she was dead when I arrived, especially when I couldn’t get a pulse anywhere on her body. The only way that I knew she was alive was the jerky movement of her eyes and a smile every now and then. The way her eyes jerked back and forth, sent a chill through my body. But, what almost made me run out of the room was the way I could hear her heart beating off and on without the use of my stethoscope. The heartbeat sounds were as loud as multiple members of a marching band beating on all their drums at once. The sound threw me so far off that it took me a few minutes before it even crossed my mind to look up towards her chest. As I watched her chest, I could actually see her skin rising and falling, as if her heart was going to protrude through her skin every time it sounded off with a beat. With me already being a nervous wreck over the fact that there was even something with my mother, the hearing of the rare observances from Dr. Rowenbocker sent me into a momentary state of shock. And there I stood stiffly in awe, with my mouth wide open and my hand on my chest.
