A True Story...  

rm_SusieQ27 47F
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3/12/2006 10:23 am

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3/15/2006 11:20 am

A True Story...

"It Smells Like Rain..."

A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the Doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. Still groggy from surgery, her husband
David held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news. That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo anemergency cesarean to deliver the couple's new daughter, Danae Lu Blessing. At 12 inches long and weighing only one
pound and nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs.
'I don't think she's going to make it', he said, as kindly as he could. "There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one".

Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Danae would likely face if she survived. She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be
prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on. "No! No!" wasall Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a
daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away.

Through the dark hours of morning as Danae held onto lifeby the thinnest thread, Diana slipped in and out of sleep,growing more and more determined that their tiny daughterwould live-and live to be a healthy, happy young girl. ButDavid, fully awake and listening to additional dire details of
their daughter's chances of ever leaving the hospital alive,much less healthy, knew he must confront his wife with theinevitable. David walked, in and said that we needed to talk
about making funeral arrangements. Diana remembers 'Ifelt so bad for him because he was doing everything, trying to include me in what was going on, but I just wouldn't listen,I couldn't listen.' I said, "No, that is not going to happen, noway! I don't care what the doctors say; Danae is not goingto die! One day she will be just fine, and she will be coming home with us!"

As if willed to live by Diana's determination, Danae clung to life hour after hour, with the help of every medical machine and marvel her miniature body could endure. But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Danae's under-developed nervous system was essentially 'raw,' the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Danae struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl. There
was never a moment when Danae suddenly grew stronger.
But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength here.

At last, when Danae turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later-though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero. Danae
went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.

Five years later, Danae is a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She shows no signs, what so ever, of any mentalor physical impairment. Simply, she is everything a little girl can be and more-but that happy ending is far from the end of her story.

One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Danae was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ballpark where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As always, Danae was chattering non-stop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest, Danae asked, "Do you smell that?" Smelling the air and
detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain." Danae closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?" Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet, it smells like rain. Still caught in the moment, Danae shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."

Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Danae then happily
hopped down to play with the other children. Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.
During those long days and nights of her first two
months of her life, when her nerves were too
sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding
Danae on His chest and it is His loving scent that
she remembers so well.

"It smells like rain.."

Aawww, I came across this story, this morning and it warmed the cockles of my heart and bought a tear to my eye. Hope you liked it too. I do so like a happy ending, you know.

Luv n stuff to one and all and plenty of it too {=} Susie {=}

scorpmail66 51M
260 posts
3/12/2006 4:46 pm


susie a very touchin story thanks for posting it
cam back to look at your sexy legs mmmmmmmmmmmm

h&k's lover

rm_SusieQ27 47F
2093 posts
3/12/2006 8:06 pm

Scorps, what does h&k's lover mean, baby?

It's so good to have these cheery little chats with you. Are you still ogling my pins?

Luv n stuff {=} Susie {=}

scorpmail66 51M
260 posts
3/13/2006 5:13 pm

hi lover

yep im stil ogling your pins, love the firemans pole baby
and your bridget nix mmmmmm what a sight 4 sore eyes
you can shimmy on my pole anytime
lover pref with out the nix tho mmmmmmmmmmmm

huggs n kisss

rm_SusieQ27 47F
2093 posts
3/14/2006 12:42 am

scorps. yopu didn't answer me..and you're a very naughty boy, wanting me to discard my lacy, barbie-pink panties.
Slide down my pole without them, you say??? Tut,tut,tut.....I wonder what it would feel like, though ? I think we may need to oil it some, just in case.lol. I'll just reach for my large bottle of aromatic frangipani oil, shall I dear.
If I fall, will you catch me?

Tell me what h*k's lover emans.

Luv n stuff {=} Susie {=}

scorpmail66 51M
260 posts
3/14/2006 1:04 pm

hiya baby,

h&k simply means huggs n kisses,lol yep im a naughty boy baby
mmmmm your pole oil im their baby will catch you when you fall baby
huggs n kisses

rm_SusieQ27 47F
2093 posts
3/15/2006 11:20 am

Scorps......and just what will you use to catch me, lover?

Luv n stuff {=} Susie {=}

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