Fields of Barley, Vol. 12
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And now the tears Heidi felt would never again flow began anew. A mixture of sorrow and relief filled the empty classroom. There was no one else in the room, almost no one left in the school as these two people made the decision that changed their lives forever. It was late afternoon, early spring, and the only physical objects around to witness the moment loved died for these two teenagers (had the objects the ability to see and record events occurring around them) were the maps and charts on the walls, the slightly askew vacant desks, and the dust of chalk that hours earlier shaped young minds. Mark’s memory occurred seventeen years earlier, only this time, other observers were in the room, these new people feeling all the pain and grief and love between the young, scared teenagers sharing a farewell hug and kiss.
“Anna-Lisa, I’d like to know why we’re here,” Mark said as the room and its occupants began to disappear. “Of all the events in my life, why this?”
“Like the time you moved to the farm, this event changed your life. You chose once again to follow your heart, a decision that you almost didn’t make. You understand how close you were to staying there with her, marrying her and raising children on the farm she never left. You know this was a possibility, but you turned away and followed a different path, a different life that excluded her. But I feel you need to see one more thing.”
With the classroom gone the two found themselves on a crowded intersection with hundreds of cars flying past the stationary observers. The cars, however, made no sound, but presented only a blur as each vehicle appeared for only an instant and then was gone. Mark knew exactly where he was and what he was about to see. The memory returned to him as a smile stretched across his face. Mark was once again on the University of Utah campus after completing the last final exam of his freshman year. He knew what he was about to see and he waited in anticipation for the event to re-occur. After all, it’s not everyday you get to relive the moment you meet your future wife as she runs a red light and crashes into your car. Mark actually thought seeing the event from a different perspective would be fun.
To be continued...
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