Tag, You’re It Short Stories by Valerie Cheers Brown

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“Soon the “Tag You’re It Short Stories” book by myself will be published and just wanted to share with you that there is hope at the end of the rainbow.  This is  just one of many stories which the book will contain which I hope will inspire many.” ~ Enjoy

LOVE IS
 
The passengers on the bus observed thoughtfully as the alluring young lady with the white cane advanced precisely up the steps. She paid the driver and utilizing her hands to feel the area of the seats, strolled down the passageway and found the seat he’d advised her was vacant. At that point she settled in, set her laptop on her lap and leaned her cane against her leg. It had been a year since Valerie, thirty-four, got to be visually impaired. Because of a therapeutic misdiagnosis, she had been rendered blind, and she was abruptly tossed into a universe of obscurity, outrage, disappointment and self-centeredness.
 
Once a furiously autonomous lady, Valerie now felt denounced by this shocking touch of destiny to end up a weak, vulnerable weight on everybody around her. “How might this have transpired?” she would argue, her heart filled with resentment. Be that as it may, regardless of the amount she cried or raged or supplicated, she knew the agonizing truth: her sight was never going to return. A billow of gloom hung over Valerie’s once hopeful soul. Simply riding public transportation every day was an activity in dissatisfaction and fatigue.
 
And all she needed to stick to was her spouse Jerome. He was an Air Force officer and he adored Valerie with his whole being. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into sadness and was resolved to offer his wife some assistance with gaining the quality and certainty she expected to end up free once more. Jerome’s military experience had prepared him well to manage delicate circumstances, but he knew this was the most troublesome fight he would ever confront.
 
At last, Valerie felt prepared to come back to her love of writing, however, how might she arrive? She used to take the bus, however, was currently excessively unnerved, making it impossible to get around the city without anyone else’s input.Jerome volunteered to drive her to work every day, despite the fact that they worked in opposite directions of the city. At in the first place, this console Valerie and satisfied Jerome’s having to secure his blind wife who was so frail about performing the scarcest undertaking.
 
Before long, then again, Jerome understood that this game plan wasn’t working – it was wild and exorbitant. Valerie must begin taking the bus once more, he admitted to himself. Be that as it may, only the considered specifying it to her it made him recoil. She was still so delicate, so furious. How might she respond?
 
Pretty much as Jerome anticipated, Valerie was sickened at taking the bus once more. “I’m visually impaired!” she reacted severely. “How am I expected to know where I’m going? I feel like you’re giving up on me.” Jerome’s heart went down and out to hear these words, yet he recognized what must be finished. He guaranteed Valerie that every morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for whatever length of time that it took until she got the hang of it. What’s more, that is precisely what happened. For two strong weeks, Jerome, military uniform and all, went with Valerie to and from work every day. He taught her how to depend on her God’s strength particularly her listening ability, to figure out where she was and how to adjust to her new surroundings.
 
He offered her some assistance with befriending the bus drivers who could look out for her and help find her a seat. He made her smile, even on those not very great days when she would trip leaving the bus, or drop her laptop. Every morning they made the adventure together, and Jerome would take a taxicab back to his office. Despite the fact that this routine was significantly more excessive and depleting than the past one, Jerome knew it wouldn’t have been long until Valerie would have the capacity to ride the bus all alone. He had confidence in her, in the Valerie he used to know before she’d lost her sight, who wasn’t apprehensive about any test and who might never, ever stop nor given up hope.
 
At last, Valerie concluded that she was prepared to attempt the trip all alone. Monday morning arrived, and before she cleared out, she tossed her arms around Jerome, her laptop, riding backpack, her spouse, and her closest companion, God.
 
Her eyes loaded with tears of appreciation for his devotion, his understanding, and his adoration. She said farewell, and interestingly, they went their different ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Every day all alone went impeccably, and Valerie had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going to work independently from anyone else!
 
On Friday morning, Valerie took the bus not surprisingly. As she was paying her fare to leave the bus, the driver said, “Kid, I beyond any doubt envy you.” Valerie wasn’t certain if the driver was flirting with her or not. After all who on earth would ever flirt with a visually impaired lady who had battled quite recently to discover the strength to experience the previous year? Inquisitive she asked the driver, “Why do you say that you envy me?” The driver reacted, “It must feel so great to be dealt with and ensured as are you.” Valerie had no clue what the driver was implying, and asked once more, “What do you mean?”
 
The driver replied, “You know, each morning for as far back as weeks, a fine looking nobleman in a military uniform has been standing over at that corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the road securely and he watches you until you enter your office building. At that point, he makes a gesture of blowing you a kiss and gives you a little salute and leaves. You are one fortunate woman.” Tears of satisfaction poured down Valerie’s cheeks. For despite the fact that she couldn’t physically see him, she had dependably felt Jerome’s presence. She was fortunate, so very fortunate, for he had given her a blessing more intense than sight, a blessing she didn’t have to see to accept – the endowment of LOVE that can bring light where there had been DARKNESS.
 
“Tag, you’re it!”

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