Hi, Everyone!
First of all, I would like to wish a Happy 47th Birthday to my cousin Jade Freeman. Keep on shinin’ bright like the diamond that you are, Cuzzo!
So, I got an email from my Auntie Cherri around 7:30am CST this morning. She asked me to revise and proofread a particular section of her upcoming autobiography, of which she has yet to find a title. Well, I admit that I didn’t really proofread Auntie Cherri’s work on account of I was too busy reading about the time she saved a pregnant woman’s life… that’s right—she’s gonna put that story in her book.
Anyway, check out what Auntie Cherri had to say on that fateful day.
It was Friday, February 22, 2013, and I had a feeling that it would just be one of those days. It all began when I woke up late, meaning that I had no time to make my lunch. On top of that, I didn’t have any more strawberry granola bars for breakfast. This meant that my stomach would be growling like mad up until lunchtime. Oh, well—I did have some money to get a sandwich at the nearby deli.
When 11:30 a.m. came around, I clocked out so quickly that I almost forgot my purse and cellphone. On my way out the door, I let my supervisor know that I would be gone for an hour. I awaited the crosswalk signal to turn green, literally—or perhaps figuratively—tasting that barbecue chicken cheesesteak sandwich with buffalo fries. Just the thought of that sandwich made my stomach growl so loudly that it sounded like a dog was nearby.
Finally, the light turned green, and I started across the street. In my peripheral vision, I saw some awkward movement to my left. When I turned to my left, a pregnant woman was walking rather slowly. I took a good look at her, and noticed that her eyes looked pretty glazed over. I asked if she was okay, and to my surprise, she was about to collapse.
Not even giving it a second thought, I dropped below her and carried her safely across the street. Once we were safely across, I lay her gently on the sidewalk and asked one of the passers-by to call the paramedics I checked for a pulse. Remarkably, the woman not only had a pulse, but she was also waking up. In the process of awakening, however, she screamed something serious. As it turned out, she had immediately gone into labor.
Speaking both as a reader and as her niece, I feel that Auntie Cherri is doing the right thing by putting this event into her story. I felt like I was right there with her, from the time she left the house to the time she clocked out for lunch. Keep in mind, though: This is only a snippet of Auntie Cherri’s story; we all know that she saved the lady’s life and delivered her baby, but what happened after that? Did Auntie Cherri ever get her barbecue chicken cheesesteak? How did it feel to be interviewed on the news?
The answer to these and many other questions, just as soon as Auntie Cherri gets her book published. Right now, she’s got writer’s block and hasn’t really written anything since Christmas, but she has at least gone back and dusted off this particular section of her autobiography.
Until next time, y’all have a good rest-of-the-weekend.
Hugs & Kisses,
Natasha
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