Subject: RE: BS: Chilean trapped miners - All Out & Safe!
From:
GUEST,Lizzie Cornish
Date: 14 Oct 10 - 02:57 AM
This morning I was about to search for youtube footage from the Chilean President, but I found myself first going into Facebook, and there I found the most moving piece of writing I've seen in a very long time.
It's from my dear friend, Gloria...who lost her beloved son, and only child, when he was killed by a drunk driver around 5 years back. Peter Thomas James was just 22 years old. She wrote it whilst watching the rescue of the miners...and I just wanted to share it with others..for all those who watched that incredible rescue and felt as Gloria did....their own searingly painful sense of loss, and their own deep knowledge of love.
'Just Once More'
I have been watching the rescue of the 33 miners from Chile and it has been so heartwarming and touching. But one rescue touched me more than I thought it would.
One young man was on his way up. Waiting for this twenty someth...ing, six foot something young man was his mother. She stood off to the side, in her place, wearing her hard hat and listening to instructions. All the while her face was saying something else, "give him to me". She stood there and with every inch of the rope that made it's way around the wheel, her heart could be seen in her face. Tears, just an eyelid away from falling, her hands wrapped in each other, wringing and whirling with anticipation. You could see her shaking her head yes when someone spoke to her but you knew she wasn't hearing a word they were saying. Her heart was saying, "not now please, just let me see him." This woman who knew this young man before he was born, cared for him, raised him, loved him, waiting now for a glimpse of the only thing in this world that means anything to her.
The time arrived and the top of the capsule was emerging. She was on edge and her body kept making moves toward it, towards him, and yet she held herself strong and in place. The last thing she wanted to do was to do anything wrong now that he was so close. And then magic!!!! Out into the fresh air of the world, HER world just came into sight. She watched as the rescue workers undid every strap that held him in, every inch that kept him safe and all the while every tear in her heart was waiting to touch him. She watched just like she probably did on the day he was born when the doctors checked him out for the first time. Making sure everything was perfect, she now stood to watch and wait to make sure everything is perfect, again. Not one mother can ever forget that amazing moment when your child is first placed in your arms and now she was waiting to have that magical love happen once again. It did. Her son fell into her, reached for her and there she was! She held him, rubbed his back, hug after hug after hug, tear after tear after tear. I felt each one, knew each one, and with each happy one for her, my heart broke, even though I was so happy for her. I have waited so long for my, "just once more". I actually looked at the television and said out loud, "I know, I know". After a few thank yous and hugs from the rescue workers her son was placed on a stretcher to be brought to the hospital just to make sure he is fine. As they were rolling him away, she came out of nowhere and touched his body a few more times and then her hands went up to his face. You could hear her heart begging, "just once more, just once more, please before you take him, just once more". My heart is filled with love for this mother, my eyes are filled with tears, and my soul is filled with words, "just once more, just once more, please before you take him, just once more.
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