It was a fresh spring morning, and my, did she ever enjoy working amongher thriving plants. It seems like every day there were new things
to marvel at; a sweet new bud kissed by a dewdrop on her rosebush;
quietly watching the mother bird as she scurried about feeding her adorable,
but always frantically hungry young. Sevta smiled as she stooped to scratch
out more weeds from her row, how like her own clamoring children so many years ago.
Sevta looked up when a donkey brayed, and a feeling of dizziness
swirled around her. She leaned on the hoe waiting for the feeling to pass,
but it only got worse...
house and rest awhile I will soon feel better. Darkness overshadowed her.
She could not see where she was going. If I can only make it to my bed,
I'll be okay. Take a drink of water... She reached out her hand groping for
direction. She took one step, then another. The hoe clattered to the ground
beneath her weakened hand. I must not fall, I must not. Mary'am will be
stopping in in a few minutes like she always does on her way to market
I must not frighten her. Seven more steps and you'll be at the door.
You can do it, Rebecca, you can do it. You can see a little bit.
Keep going, just keep going.
"Oh, Adonai, help me," she moaned as she fell against the door frame and
collapsed to the ground.
But no human heard her.
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