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Isaiah
By Loran E. Conley
March/April 2013 Issue

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She lightly pulled up to the house and got out of the car. There on the front porch, in surprise, she saw Isaiah sitting on one of the two meshed-metal chairs, all by himself. It was a lovely, balmy evening in January although by all rights, it should have been snowing.

She asked, “Hey. Whatcha doing out here? Enjoying the evening?” And knowing that was where his stepdad always sat to smoke outside, with a grin added, “Or have you now started smoking?”

Stammering a bit and hurriedly wiping his hand across the entirety of his face, he mumbled, “No, I just got in big trouble.”

“Oh,” she said, as she silently watched him trying very hard to retain his composure.

She stood there for a moment, breathing in some unknown pain of a 10-year-old kid.

In a soft voice she asked, “Wanna know one thing that you can really trust?”

He turned his reddened eyes under his black haired bangs toward her, and said, “Yeah?”

She leaned in close and whispered, “This will pass…. this will all pass.”

After looking straight into him for just a minute, she opened the door and went inside.

The next day, she found herself in her own “trouble” and the words of The Universe came echoing softly back to her. As hard as it is on a human, we just gotta Know The Truth.

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