The Dark Hallway

6s originally posted 2010.01.19

We sat waiting for the door to swing open and discover our fate. To fill the creeping time, I looked down the dark dank hallway where the dim lights cast eerie shadows as people passed in a daze burdened with worries of their own. One man stood out among the throngs. Knowing that everyone in this corridor is suffering through difficulties, I couldn’t avert my eyes even when he caught me looking. Instead, his smile grew bigger and he gave a little nod. I heard the door squeak open, took your hand, and said with a smile on my lips, “It’s going to be ok.”

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Author: Pamela K. Young

I have not only lived many chapters in one life, but many lives in one body. The person I am today is far wiser than the me of young adulthood. My life is like your life with its ebb and flow. We are all connected in some way. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother, but what makes me, well, me is the way I wife, mother, and grandmother. I am a liver transplant survivor. Whatever devastation you have survived, we survived in our individual ways. I create with words and photos. I am a writer and photographer.

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