The Strawberry Chapter 5

The Strawberry Chapter 5

The Report of some seeds

dropped.

By Katherine Aguilar

   This particular Strawberry seeds, planted, hopefully would grow into something better for lives effected.

Or was it a temporary fix to a problem in these peoples lives?

Our actions can affect people throughout our lives, and we will never know the end result. I share these two stories as a testimony to events in my lifetime. This left a lasting effect on me.

At times, I have thought of these events, and I can only hope things change for these people. For I never saw them again.

This Chapter is more a reflective thought and could be an emotional purging for me to heal my heart of the situations that I faced in the past years. People get up and go to work on a daily basis. It is the standard practice.  What you face each day can change your day for a lifetime.

This was a regular, simple day. A day at work that people would consider too simple to even be considered a job. Still, I took my days with responsibility as I would any other job. For I consider no job too high or too low to do. We all have responsibilities in life. Challenges in life we must face.  We will all started the same way. From Dust we are created and to dust we shall return. Genesis 3:19 Throughout my life, I have asked why God. Why do you have me at this particular job? At times, I think I get the answer. Other times, I am still guessing. As with throwing seeds of faith. I can say this particular seed was placed to stop continuous damage to a family who is on the verge of being broken. As you read the story, it gets broken. In time, it will heal with God's help. For I definitely leaned God this particular afternoon. To heal from the events of the afternoon, these stories opened a new window to the pains of people's lives. In honesty, I had rather not faced.

Putting a disclaimer in this report of stories. It may be hard for you to read, for it has an emotional effect. If you are not able to handle deep emotional items. Then I suggest you do not read it. No names and locations have been mentioned to protect the privacy of the persons involved.

The Cellphone

The evening had started, and it was a bit simple and boring, to be honest. I had my meditation music on, and I was lost in reflecting on the moments with my peace of mind, blocking out all the Political and troubles of the world. The news blared on the big screen TVs on the booth sides of the lobby. It was one sad and troubling story after another.  I found the remote and turned the volume off. I had had enough. I left the front desk to get a fresh cup of tea. So I could get lost in my people meditation music, hoping my shift would go smoothly. Nobody had come in to the front desk, and it was quiet. Well, needless to say, that is not how my evening ended.  Just as I looked out the front doors of the lobby.  I see a man and a woman screaming.  The woman is crying, and the man proceeds to beat the woman in front of the lobby. The woman is crying, and he continues to beat her until she hits the ground. The look of shock is on my face as my heart begins to break for this poor woman. I go to the front of the lobby to help the woman. The man drives off, leaving the woman on the ground. He takes all she has. The woman comes into the lobby, she is crying. I could cry, I couldn’t scream myself with shock.  But one of us had to be strong at this moment. I said a quick prayer for that woman.  I called the Police for the woman, but they never showed up.  I let her sit in the lobby.  I talked with her a bit.  I wanted to let her know that God loved her and she was not alone. She then started to tell me her story.  What a story it was.  My mind was getting filled with this woman's troubles and how her life didn’t turn out how she expected it to be. I asked her if she had a family member to call to come and get her and take care of her. This woman was in her fifties. She said she had no phone to contact her because it wasn’t paid for.  She felt stuck and truly broken.  She went from having a place and a man she thought in some way cared for her to being homeless in the blink of an eye. My insides were just getting so filled with hurt for this woman. I thought about how to help this woman. What can I do to make it any better besides giving her water and something to eat? After her emotions had finally settled. She said he did have one person she could call, and they would come and get her.  I asked for her phone number and went online to pay her phone bill.  I didn’t tell her what I was doing after I was done; I told her to go ahead and call them.  I let her know her phone works now.   She checked her phone.  She started crying again, a bit harder than when she had gotten beaten.  I started asking again. What is wrong?  She mentioned to me that the only person who would do something like that was her grandmother.  I told her grandmother loved her. I asked her how her grandmother was. She said she died when she was eighteen.  The lady had not felt loved until that very moment when I paid off her cellphone. She said she waited thirty years to feel that love.  I told her she was loved, that God loved her, and that her grandmother was watching out for her from heaven, and never to feel alone, for He is always watching out for her.  Maybe it took this moment in her life to realize it.  That she is special and she is somebody important in God's eyes.  That she was never forgotten.   I so happened to have a ring in my purse that was given to me with a cross on it.  I have given it to her, and I said, If you ever feel lost and don’t know what to pray or how to pray. Just say “Jesus help me”. Get it into your heart and mind.  A person came an hour later and picked up the woman.  She told me she would never forget that evening, and she would never forget me.  I never saw the lady again. Nor do I believe she remembers me. I haven’t forgotten that lady.  I hope that the lady continued to find the love of Jesus. I don’t know how this seed landed in her life.  Did it grow or did it die after the situation resolved itself?  I will never know. From an evening that started so simply to something that suddenly jumped to something so dramatic in the blink of an eye.  These moments in my life have left a lasting impression on me and have built me into the person I am today. As I continue to grow, I think I can still grow until my last breath.

Broken 

This particular day seemed to be a regular day as I walked into work. As usual, I arrived thirty minutes early to get a cup of coffee and to get a debriefing from the previous worker. Who had been at the front desk? There were two children in the lobby who looked to be playing. The person at the front desk asked me to assist them with getting the children to stop playing in the lobby and to go play in their room. So I told the person. Sure, not a problem. The little girl had been running from the boy. Since they were young. I had thought they were playing chase. I said nicely. " Hello, I understand you all are having a great time playing chase. Why not go play chase outside? The little girl was younger than the little boy, who looked about ten, and the girl was six. I thought nothing of it. After they left the lobby, I figured they went to their room. I received my debriefing and soon clocked in. Like normal. Thirty minutes later, another employee comes crying up to the front desk and starts talking to another employee in Spanish.  Telling him what the little boy had done. First, I was shocked. It took a minute for it all to sink in. I told her. I need to call the police. I first went to find the parent. I knocked on the door.  The grandmother answered.  I told her the little boy was caught sexually assaulting the little girl. The grandmother was in ailing shape, but I still had to tell her. Mrs., the Police have been called, and they are on their way. While everything inside of me wanted to throw up. I knew I had to keep it together. I dialed 911. As I was on the phone with the dispatcher. The little boy comes up to the front desk.  He starts to talk. I told him, " Stop, this is beyond my pay grade. This is between you and the Police Officers. If it is a misunderstanding, they will be the ones to clear it up. The little boy wanted to go to the little girl. I told him to stop. Don't go near her. Stay in the lobby! When the Police arrived. They came in force. They said, Who is the person who assaulted the little girl?  I pointed to the little boy. You could tell they had the same feeling I had of wanting to throw up. They said. Where is the little girl?  I told him she was now with the grandmother. When the little girls mother comes back. She had fast food in her hands because she had gone to get them something to eat. She kept asking: What is going on??; It was a scene from a cop show. My insides were churning. My heart was pounding. I was thinking ; This didn't fall under my job description to handle serious drama! After all the scenes had started to clear out, a few officers left. I talked to one officer. To finish getting the story of what happened. The little boy had repeatedly been raping the little girl throughout the time she was staying with her grandmother.  The grandmother, who was sickly, ended up having to go to the hospital because she was having a minor heart attack after hearing about the assault. The little boy doing the sexual assault was the little girls brother. When the officer told me this. I told him of how it happened, not long before this happened.

About how I thought the little boy and girl were playing chase in the lobby. Only to find out that they were not playing chase. The little girl was running away from being sexually assaulted. The Police Officer tried to comfort me and told me to not be too hard on myself. Still, it was too late. The pain in my heart was already there. I called someone to take over my shift. I cried for the girl and the little boy. For what he did was evil and will affect his life from now on. The little girls life will never be the same. That family was plunged into darkness so fast. If people do not believe evil exists. It does.

You never know a person life story when you see them at first sight.