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The calm exterior of the neatly dressed, elderly woman in the chair crumbled. Her lined face twisted as the tears flowed down her face and sobs racked her body.
“I watched him die in the back room. He was only three years old.”
The doctor in the other chair nodded encouragingly but did not say anything.
“He stood on a rusty nail in the backyard. Within a few days he became ill with a high fever and it soon became apparent that there was something very wrong with him. The doctor came but there were no antibiotics available in those early days of the war so there was little he could do to stop the infection that swept through Grant’s child’s body.”
The doctor wrote some notes on the startlingly white page of his notebook.
“We watched him die an agonizing death. All the muscles in his frail body spasmed…
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Thank you for sharing.
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Roberta, my pleasure and thank you for writing it. Karen 🙂
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That is a powerful story.
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Jennie, yes…Roberta is a terrific writer and this story is so important because many children in poor areas, especially, still suffer terrible consequences from blood poisoning, and also in many other environments too. Karen 🙂
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So sad. And thank you for the introduction to Roberta.
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Jennie, my pleasure and I know you will love her writing! And, she will love your writing. How are your little darlings. I bet the are excited about Christmas! Karen 🙂
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Thanks, Karen. The children are wonderful. They will soon be very excited over Christmas! 🙂
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Thank you, Jennie.
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You’re welcome, Robbie.
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