Sunday, May 9, 2010

Chosen

A young girl, 22 years of age, sat nervously in an abortion clinic. The sockets of her almond shaped eyes had dried completely from her earlier down pour of emotion. She had finally decided that this was the right thing to do. She didn't want another child, the older would turn 8 later that fall. The pale blue seat cushion of her chair was an uncomfortable one, worn from just a few years of wear and tear. She had butterflies in her stomach. There was an air of insipidity that crawled up the wallpaper of the clinic and the cries of young children for food was good reinforcement for her decision. She was going through with it and there was nothing anyone could say to change her mind.

"Ms. Brimmer!" The nurse emphatically called. The young lady rose to a conservative height of just under 5 feet. She wiped her long, brown silky hair out her face, straightened her blouse and began her walk to the nurse's desk. 

"Okay, ma'am. All your paperwork is complete. We'll need your payment." The young lady opens her khaki colored wallet, a similar color to that of her pants, and begins to write a check. "Who do I make it out to?" she asks nervously. "Oh. ma'am I'm sorry, we don't take checks." The nurse points to a largely printed white sign with CASH ONLY written in bright red letters. "Oh Lord! Okay, well... I'll run to the bank and get cash. I'll be back." 

The young lady turns around, embarrassed, and walks out the building. 

Luckily, she realized that the bank was just a couple of blocks from the clinic. Convenient. She began to walk quickly and half way down her route, an older woman waited at a bus stop. "Oh look at you! What  you havin', a boy or girl?" The girl responded, "I'm not sure ma'am." "Well, whatever it is, its gon' be a blessing. If you keep it up like you do yaself, then that baby's in good hands," the woman proclaims. "Thank you ma'am," the young girl replies in surprise of the comment. 

She continued on her route to the bank, withdrew the exact amount of cash and started back on her journey to the clinic. But the journey back was a difficult one. The young girl started to think of names for the baby, what its eyes would look like, how it would smell. Her pace began to decrease. The walk became longer and longer. Inevitably, she reached the ramp of the clinic. She wasn't sure about her decision anymore. A sequence of thoughts ran through her mind. How will I afford this baby? I'm so young; I just don't need this. I wonder if it'll have my smile. How will the.... "Shelita!" She was interrupted. The young girl looked over into the street to see a familiar face leaning outside a cherry red Volvo sedan. 

The man exited the car fully. He stood 6 feet tall and was athletic build. He was adorned with a gold medallion chain having his initials incrusted in diamonds, reflecting the suns light on the red undertones of his caramel colored skin. "So you gon just kill my child, huh?" He continued, "You don't give a shit about what I think, do you? You were just gonna kill my child and not tell me." The young girl's face moved from a brown color to the apple red of embarrassment. "Shelita, get in this car..Now!" 

At the same time, ladies started to exit the clinic to see what the noise was. In order to end the embarrassment, the young lady quickly headed back down the ramp, walked briskly to the car, opened the car door and got in. She never thought to return to that clinic again. 

On November 29, 1983 at 7:36 am in Hotel Dieu Hospital in New Orleans, LA that baby was born, a healthy baby boy. His father would name him Johmyrin, after a godbrother he would never know. His mother tagged on Joshua to remind herself that this child was chosen by God, prevented from destruction of selfishness and gifted with God's unique purpose. On that very day, she gave me back to God. 

INTRO.

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