A Diamond in My Pocket
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Today, I’m going to the mall by myself to feel people. As perverse as it sounds, it’s actually a great way to exercise my powers of healing and detecting problems.
As I sit on a bench in the busy mall, I enter the bodies of passersby and search for their small illnesses and disorders. Some of them I fix, while others I don’t. I don’t make instantaneous decisions selfishly, but more with nature in mind. I glimpse each person’s future along with the defect in their body to determine the natural order of their ailment. I can’t even begin to describe how disheartening it is to observe so many future deaths walking the halls of the mall.
At one point, I see a mother and teenage daughter squabbling over a purse the daughter wants to buy. In the mother’s body, I find leukemia. Her future is not bright. This is a prime example of an individual who will die and one I shouldn’t help. A quick mind-read tells me no one is aware of the disease yet. I am compelled to act—not to heal the illness, but to begin the healing process between mother and daughter before the hourglass drops the last few precious grains of life.
I walk over to the two bickering females, push myself between them, and turn to the girl. She isn’t any older than I am. “You shouldn’t be so quick to battle everything to the death with your mother. One never knows when death will come knocking on the door and take away the most important people in our lives.”
The girl’s response has several four-letter expletives, but she basically says “mind your own business.”
I turn to the exasperated mother and say very quietly, before walking away, “Go to your doctor soon, and treasure your remaining days.”
Into my mind comes the words Chris spoke in the bathroom of the motel room: “Wise Healers know when not to heal, when not to help, and when to walk away. Someday you’ll be a wise Healer.”
I’ve accepted the fact I won’t be hearing from Chris any time soon. By understanding and coming to terms with this, I can move forward. He helped me learn all the different aspects of my abilities, explained the importance of respecting nature’s wishes, taught me what it means to truly love someone, and how that love has nothing to do with attractiveness or lust. True love means being able to put your own selfish needs and wants aside and to be willing to sacrifice . . . or even die . . . for the other person.
He was willing to die for me, and I was willing to die for him. I did die for him. I’m still saddened when I think of the last time I saw him in the cabin. If I could have told him at that moment we would see each other again, his spirits would have lifted dramatically. But I knew then, like I do now, that everything has to play out naturally. He will find out down the road, or as Maetha said, “He’ll learn soon enough.” I only wish I could give him the same positive outlook on life that I have.
I’m consoled by the fact that Chris is resigning from his position with his father. However, this will forever be the skeleton in his closet. I’m saddened to learn of Chris’s past and what kind of suffering he’s been through. I fully appreciate how frustrated he must feel, thinking he’s been “used” by Maetha. Someday he and I will both learn more about the journey we’ve been on together. It’s not over.
When I think about the vision of Chris with broken legs, I’m always confused as to why he’s in a hospital and why he hasn’t had a Healer fix his legs. I guess I’ll just have to wait to find the answer. Until then, I’ll await Maetha’s visit. I’m anxious to have her teach me about the Sanguine Diamond, Immortals, and the world of the clans—the world I never knew existed. I will live my life as an ordinary teenage girl who’s been given a second chance and a gift above all gifts: a diamond in my heart.
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Thank You!