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I¡¯m Not Wasting
It was one of the hottest days of the dry season.
We had not seen rain in almost a month.
The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving
milk. The creeks and streams were long gone
back into the earth.
It was a dry season that would bankrupt several
farmers before it was through.
Every day, my husband and his brothers would
go about the arduous process of trying to get
water to the fields.
Lately this process had involved taking a truck
to the local water rendering plant and filling it up
with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone
If we didn¡¯t see some rain soon we would lose
It was on this day that I learned the true lesson
of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have
seen with my own eyes.
I was in the kitchen making lunch for my hus-
band and his brothers when I saw my six-year-
old son, Billy, walking toward the woods.
He wasn¡¯t walking with the usual carefree aban-
don of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could
only see his back.
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2018 June/July
Pg 5 - The Sunshine Express
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As he began his walk, I joined him with a small
pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to
the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job.
I stood on the edge of the woods watching the
most beautiful heart I have ever known working
so hard to save another life.
As the tears that rolled down my face began to
hit the ground, other drops... and more drops...
and more suddenly joined them.
I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself,
was weeping with pride.
Some will probably say that this was all just a
huge coincidence. Those miracles don¡¯t really ex-
ist. That it was bound to rain sometime.
And I can¡¯t argue with that. I¡¯m not going to try.
All I can say is that the rain that came that day
saved our farm... just like the actions of one little
boy saved another life.
He was obviously walking with a great effort,
trying to be as still as possible.
Minutes after he disappeared into the woods,
he came running out again, toward the house. I
went back to making sandwiches thinking that
whatever task he had been doing was complet-
ed. Moments later, however, he was once again
walking in that slow purposeful stride toward
the woods.
This activity went on for an hour; walking care-
fully to the woods, running back to the house.
Finally, I couldn¡¯t take it any longer and I crept
out of the house and followed him on his jour-
ney (being very careful not to be seen, as he
was obviously doing important work and didn¡¯t
need his Mommy checking up on him).
He was cupping both hands in front of him as
he walked, being very careful not to spill the
water he held in them; maybe two or three
tablespoons were held in his tiny hands.
I sneaked close as he went into the woods.
Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but
he did not try to avoid them. He had a much
higher purpose.
As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most
amazing site.
Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy
walked right up to them.
I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge
buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously
But the buck did not threaten him, he didn¡¯t
even move, as Billy knelt down.
Then I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground,
obviously suffering from dehydration and heat
exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to
lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy¡¯s
hand. When the water was gone, Billy jumped
up to run back to the house and I hid behind a
I followed him back to the house to a spigot to
which we had shut off the water. Billy opened
it all the way up and a small trickle began to
creep out.
He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill
up his makeshift ¡°cup,¡± as the sun beat down
on his little back.
And it came clear to me: The trouble he had
gotten into for playing with the hose the week
before. The lecture he had received about the
importance of not wasting water. The reason he
didn¡¯t ask me to help him.
It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to
fill his hands. When he stood up and began the
trek back, I was there in front of him.
His little eyes just filled with tears. ¡°I¡¯m not
wasting,¡± was all he said.
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The doctor replies, ¡°Sorry,
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A woman in labor suddenly
shouted, ¡°Shouldn¡¯t! Wouldn¡¯t!
Couldn¡¯t! Didn¡¯t! Can¡¯t!¡±
¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± said the doc,
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