It was a perfect summer day. Too perfect, really! The sun was hot, and the temperature was sizzling; the hottest day of the year. Not even the little shade of the only (small!) tree was inviting… it was just too hot!
So, Marta, a Brazilian Apostolic mother...
So, Marta, a Brazilian Apostolic mother...
...decided to “wash her house down”… meaning, she pushed the little furniture they had into the next tiny room and then, with a water hose, proceeded to scrub the four plain walls and cement floor inside the small living room.
Marta was singing, content as she could be… plus, the water was so cool! Oh, happy day!
It must have been the singing (or was it the sound of squirting water?) that attracted little Nicole, her beautiful six-year-old girl, into the dripping living room. Mother and daughter giggled happily as the cool water “accidentally” wet both. Oh, happy day!
Then, almost as if in slow motion, Marta saw little Nicole reach over to a… (what is that?… white wire… could it…?… it is!!!… a big white…) WIRE! Marta screams “DON”T”…
Too late!
In a millisecond, her happiness turns into a ghoulish nightmare!
The wire was “hot” and the electrical tape covering the live ends slipped off as sweet Nicole touched white death. A sizzling sound suddenly started, and that was when Marta´s screaming “JESUS” mixed in with jarring disharmony…
Surreal. Yet, too real.
Time became forever, insistently looping back into dark reality.
Everything was frozen… no; it wasn´t… Marta was seeing flash photography from hell as her glazed eyes refused to accept reality: each flash scene showed Nicole in a different grotesque pose.
Every time Nicole´s bare feet retouched the wet floor, she bounced up and down with a hard thump. The wire would not let go of her precious soft hand. Death was filling the room.
Nicole was turning black. Marta also felt electrical tingling in her feet… but horror of the scene was too great for her. It was over!
Marta’s JESUS scream echoed and reechoed out the door in one continuous sound. That was the ONLY word she remembered.
That is when Marta felt the angel walk in.
He seemed so calm.
For some reason, Marta was compelled to look at his feet…
He was wearing GREEN RUBBER BOOTS!
The electrical discharges did not bother him… he was wearing GREEN RUBBER BOOTS!
He grabbed Nicole, jerked the wire away from her hand, and it was suddenly over.
He touched Nicole. Her eyes opened. It was over… the nightmare was over.
Now EVERYONE knows that in Brazil, on hot summer days, NO ONE wears rubber boots… except angels, that is…
Angels always wear GREEN RUBBER BOOTS!
Author´s note: Marta and Nicole are real names of real people. While the adjectives and story sequences are my style of narrative, the story is incredibly true and happened this last week.
Plus, I was blessed to listen to Marta´s story for a second time and realized that the miracle is even greater than what I wrote. God be praised!
Marta was singing, content as she could be… plus, the water was so cool! Oh, happy day!
It must have been the singing (or was it the sound of squirting water?) that attracted little Nicole, her beautiful six-year-old girl, into the dripping living room. Mother and daughter giggled happily as the cool water “accidentally” wet both. Oh, happy day!
Then, almost as if in slow motion, Marta saw little Nicole reach over to a… (what is that?… white wire… could it…?… it is!!!… a big white…) WIRE! Marta screams “DON”T”…
Too late!
In a millisecond, her happiness turns into a ghoulish nightmare!
The wire was “hot” and the electrical tape covering the live ends slipped off as sweet Nicole touched white death. A sizzling sound suddenly started, and that was when Marta´s screaming “JESUS” mixed in with jarring disharmony…
Surreal. Yet, too real.
Time became forever, insistently looping back into dark reality.
Everything was frozen… no; it wasn´t… Marta was seeing flash photography from hell as her glazed eyes refused to accept reality: each flash scene showed Nicole in a different grotesque pose.
Every time Nicole´s bare feet retouched the wet floor, she bounced up and down with a hard thump. The wire would not let go of her precious soft hand. Death was filling the room.
Nicole was turning black. Marta also felt electrical tingling in her feet… but horror of the scene was too great for her. It was over!
Marta’s JESUS scream echoed and reechoed out the door in one continuous sound. That was the ONLY word she remembered.
That is when Marta felt the angel walk in.
He seemed so calm.
For some reason, Marta was compelled to look at his feet…
He was wearing GREEN RUBBER BOOTS!
The electrical discharges did not bother him… he was wearing GREEN RUBBER BOOTS!
He grabbed Nicole, jerked the wire away from her hand, and it was suddenly over.
He touched Nicole. Her eyes opened. It was over… the nightmare was over.
Now EVERYONE knows that in Brazil, on hot summer days, NO ONE wears rubber boots… except angels, that is…
Angels always wear GREEN RUBBER BOOTS!
Author´s note: Marta and Nicole are real names of real people. While the adjectives and story sequences are my style of narrative, the story is incredibly true and happened this last week.
Plus, I was blessed to listen to Marta´s story for a second time and realized that the miracle is even greater than what I wrote. God be praised!
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