Afterthoughts

The Westbrook Clan      Volunteer work can give a person a since of purpose.  Maybe that's why I signed up to be a Candy Striper at a local hospital.  When a patient asked me my reason for being there, the answer was easy.  I said, "To help people."  Yes, I could deliver juice to patients and help in other ways. One day I saw a nurse coming toward me in the hall carrying something in her hand.  She motioned for me to follow her.  After we went into a nearby room, she began unwrapping a tiny, aborted baby.  It was fully developed and looked like a little doll. Stunned, I stood there starring at the lifeless body. A sadness that is hard to describe filled my heart. After a few quiet moments, we left the room going our separate ways. That day changed how I felt about being there. After one hundred hours of volunteering, I moved on to other things.   A Gift Life begins in the mother's womb. It becomes a precious baby soon. This is ...

JT Westbrook       The layout of the Fort Hood army base was of little   concern to me.  That is until I went there to take an item to my husband.  I drove over a foot bridge thinking it was a drive to a parking lot.  Realizing my mistake in a panic, I began to back up coming too close to an office building. When I stopped a man stuck his head out an open window and asked if he could help me.  As I was telling him who I was looking for, the driver's door flew open, and I was told to move over.  In a flash the car sped across a weeded field to a parking lot next to some barracks.  Moments later a soldier came up to the car and told my husband the company commander wanted to see him.  At the meeting after my husband explained what happened, the commander said he understood.    The Layout I've been told of a home far away. I don't know the layout, but I will someday. The way to get there isn't that hard. Open your heart ...