A SILENT MESSAGE
Mary’s mind reeked with guilt as her thoughts wandered back to yesterday. Should she have said anything? Would it have made a difference? Would that young woman be alive today?
She had gotten off a little before
She made the call for her husband to come and pick her up and as she waited there in Methodist’s front lobby, some of the other nurses came walking by. One in particular stopped to use the phone. Mary had seen her around, but they did not work on the same floor and sometimes you could go months without seeing the same person again.
The girl was of Arabic descent and Mary had met her briefly, introduced by another Arabic girl who had been in her orientation class. They had been coming down the stairs some months earlier and the girl, whose name she could not remember, introduced her to the other girl, who was pregnant at the time. The names were spoken and forgotten as quickly as each nurse headed toward their assigned duties.
This night, however, or was it another night? My goodness, how time distorts or loses the actual occurring events. The night that flames Mary’s memory is the one in which she and the girl spoke, one not really remembering the other, but just casual conversation. Time has erased which one spoke first, though I believe it was myself.
She had a new baby, couple of months old and it needed breast feeding. Her husband was going to meet her halfway, at some eating place, so she could feed the baby and they could eat. The place, I cannot remember, only that it was not a place that I would frequent. It was not my type of food. I had mentioned McDonald’s in
As she started to walk to the door on my left, I got the strong impression that this woman is in danger.
Don’t me ridiculous, Mary, your imagination is working overtime. I agreed with that rational thought, after all, who said I was a psychic? Well, I must admit there had been several instances where things happened and sometimes I could tell things when touching them, but it was not all the time and I could not force things to come. It just happened of it didn’t. How was one really to know if they had the ability to read the future?
If she is in danger, then it is from her husband. Oh, well, there goes my imagination working overtime again. Husband, her husband, what a ridiculous thought. Mary, girl, you’ve been watching too many movies.
Before she could leave, one of the male nurses with red hair and a protruding stomach, called to her.
“Come on and walk out with us.” Smiling, she walked toward him. There were several other nurses and they were all going out to the parking lot together, which made it safer for everyone. So, now to the right of me, she walks out the door with them. Boy, do I feel relieved, my anxiety has abated; she is safe. The message that I received was never spoken, it remained silent.
Little did I know that soon I would wish that I had shouted the silent message to the roof tops?
When I returned back to work, I heard that a nurse was missing, that she never made it home according to her husband. When I saw her picture, I knew that it was the same girl that I had spoken with that night. Oh, God, no. The silent message came back to haunt me. No one could find her. She did not answer her cell phone. Her check was unclaimed and her white car was still missing. Security was high at the hospital, everyone was afraid. Was there some serial killer on the loose?
For weeks, nothing developed, the husband rode around in a car caravan, looking everywhere for her. He wore a black mask over his face, for mourning, I suppose.
Weeks turned into months and months into a year. Nothing turned up. She was missing without a trace. It is though she never existed.
Also, my mind pulls up another incident and I thought nothing of it until later. One night, could have been the same night that I had conversed with her because my family and I had gone out to eat, and it was still early in the night, about 8:30 to 9:00 P.M. I am almost positive that it was the same night, but remember, I did not know that anything had yet gone awry. I wish I knew for sure, if it was the same night. My gut instinct tells me yes, but darn that memory thing, how it eludes me. A white car passed us, and I thought I heard a woman scream, as if trying to get our attention. “Was that a scream,” I said to my husband? “Should we call the police?”
“What for?” he replied, “just some drunks.” The white car sped off and although it would have been my inclination to phone the authorities. My husband was right. I really had nothing to report other than what I thought I heard. No concrete proof of anything. I often wonder now, since hearing about the missing nurse, if that could have been her trying to reach someone, trying to get help. Of course, it probably wasn’t, but how am I to know? Apathy, what a terrible thing to find in one’s self.
I often thought, what would have happened if I had just said to her, “You are in danger and you need to fear your husband?” Well, she would have thought I was crazy. I would have immediately been tested for drugs, because if an employee even falls on hospital property, they are immediately tested for drugs, or even worse, taken to the psychiatric ward for evaluation. So, I stayed quiet as she walked away’ walked away to her death as the message given to me remained silent.
Weeks turned into months, and months into years. No trace was ever found of her. Lots of time, when riding from
I would look at her picture and try to see if I could find her. All I ever got was an old white barn, no doors, or at least where the doors were it was black, and the grassy field surrounding this bar was very tall over 3 feet in height. No matter how I tried, I just couldn’t pick up anything concrete on her.
Stupid, who ever told you that you were psychic?
Disappointed, I gave up trying to find her, except for that one time when I tried to communicate with her. In my mind’s eye, I saw her; she was in a white long gown, her hair down and flowing and all I could seem to her say was “I forgive.” Who was she forgiving, her killers or me for not giving her the silent message? I could sense that she was at peace and in a place were no pain could enter.
While there seemed to be no anger in her, justice in me cried out for revenge. The world had lost a good mother and an excellent nurse. I knew that her no good dirty dog of a husband had killed her and probably used his friend in the transportation business to get rid of the car. Angry at him and also at myself for not saying anything, for letting the message go silent, I concentrated and prayed for her killer(s) to be caught. What came to my mind is this; he will die by the blood of his own blood.
No, I am not sure what that means, one could speculate, but I know this without any hesitation, what I said or was given to me will occur in time. I hope that I hear about it.
A year or so later, I left the hospital and went to work elsewhere. During the next two years, they found a skull and identified it as hers, but as far as I know, her car and cell phone or other body parts were never found. It was not long after they found her skull and I got the impression that it had been bleached. Why, I do not know, I just always get impressions since I was about 12. I rationalize a lot and so do not always give credence to these intuitions as anything but imaginations even though some have actually come true.
I met a policeman who was applying for a job and had to have his work-up done by me. Since he was a policeman from
“Yes, he said, we know he did it, we just can‘t prove it. He is big drug dealer, smokes and sells it, big time.
“He’ll pay for it,” I said. Sooner or later, what goes around comes around.”
My mind instantly reverted to the message of, dying by the blood of his own blood, but, of course, I did not mention that to the officer.
Someday, I know that Justice will be served by the fates, Karma, or whatever one calls it. The universal law will not allow an injustice to go unpunished. Sooner or later the big hammer swings and Justice deals out the required punishment. For every action, there is a reaction.
I never heard anything more and a few years later I was transferred to another town and have heard nothing more of this case. I pray that Justice will soon come to the one who took her away and snuffed out her life.
But what of me? Will I, too, face a karmic debt because I said nothing to her, let the message go silent? Would it have made a difference? Would there have been a different outcome? I have no idea, only time will tell. If I had given you the message, would you have listened, would you have believed me?
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