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Ten steps.
Elaine counted, running fingers along ridged strip along the wall…linen closet door…towels rolled and placed
in color value…Elaine inhaled with satisfaction.
Nine steps…bathroom and its cold bumpy tile. Those
ridiculous river rock titles that make a path to the toilet, to the shower and
now the modified sink…Life is bumpy, will become bumpier, and then what?
Eight steps…a painting Elaine had done once, when
all had been well and her hands did what she said.
The colors and the brilliant textures Elaine felt in her mind, painted
with a broad brush and pallet knife. How
glorious!
Seven steps: sixth—a step up, fifth
step…then the landing, all with the blessed railing.
Fourth, third, second, holding onto a
thick rope and then
Praise God! Finally the last step…her
bed with night gown and turned down covers, soft and warm, producing a
deep sigh of relief.
Lamp light
filled the room. It was night, but for
some reason, knowing light glowed above was a blessing.
Diabetes is a disease increasing in numbers as more and more people become obese. Diabetes has become a part of my family members. Blindness can be caused by this horrible diabetes.
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