It was like heaven, or at least as close to
heaven as I could have ever imagined. Life was
so simple back then and unbelievably kind. My
space had plenty of privacy and not a soul bothered
me. I basically kept to myself for that period
of my life. I suppose some people would say it
was, A time to find myself. For me, it was actually
just a wonderful time of personal growth.
Each night, the soothing sounds of waves lapping
nearby rocks would gently lull me to sleep. It
was warm- like a Dublin eve after a much-needed
rain shower. And I cant even remember feeling
the thirst or hunger pangs that Ive since
felt. At times, from somewhere beyond the hissing
surf, I could hear the Irish tongue of a woman
singing the sweet notes. They were sweet, very
sweet, the sweetest I had ever heard. That was
my favorite! She had such a lovely voice. There
were many nights where those soft melodies put
me to sleep. She must have been shy because I
never saw her face. Even so, I knew she
was some kind of angel, and I quickly came to
rely on her to quell my smallest worries. It really
was a heavenly time.
And then it happened! I can only hope that time
will erase the memory from my mind
I was waking from one of my afternoon naps when
my sweet dreams suddenly transformed into a horrifying
nightmare. All at once, the walls felt like they
were closing in all around me. I couldnt
decide whether it
was my imagination, a bad dream or merely something
I wasnt ready to face when I heard a wet
sucking sound. I listened closely. The waves that
usually brought on serenity began to rage out
ferociously. Instinctively,
I closed my eyes, as my head began to throb. As
if my head was placed in some invisible vice,
the pressure was so great that it made me want
to vomit. For whatever reason, my peaceful world
had abruptly erupted into chaos. I had no idea
what was going on, but I sensed that it wasnt
going to be good. For the first time in my life,
I was paralyzed with fear.
An incredible force pulled at my tense quivering
body, drawing me in one set direction. At first,
I fought desperately to go back. And then I saw
it. I was being drawn towards a bright light that
came from a door. I had never even known the door
existed! To my own bewilderment and surprise,
I was strongly attracted to the light. I found
myself fighting to reach it. My breathing quickened.
My heart felt as if it would beat completely out
of my chest. Still, I forged on.
Searching for that gentle voice that had always
calmed me, I instead heard the most horrid screams
coming from the other side of the door. It was
my shy lady friend. Just then, my whole world
began to shake and tremble and I knew, I was not
the only one in trouble. There was pain
everywhere; in my body, in my mind, in my heart.
The screams outside the door were far worse than
anything I had ever heard. That, alone, scared
me close to death. Still, some powerful force
pushed and pulled, compelling
me forward. There was so much pain, there was
no way I was dreaming. Without knowing why, I
went with it. The half of me that never wanted
to go eventually gave way to the braver half.
Call it curiosity, fate, whatever- something beckoned
everything inside of me to go. So I did.
What a mistake! No sooner did I have my head
outside the door than I knew it was a mistake.
The light, that had attracted me so strongly just
moments before, was now the most intense, obnoxious
glare. It burned into my pupils and made my sweating
head pound harder. I also remember the cold. No,
not cold-- it was freezing.
Finally managing to squint, I spotted the faces
of strangers who didnt look at all friendly.
Some poked me, others prodded and then I looked
down and saw it. It was blood. There were puddles
of blood everywhere.
Oh God, I thought, but it was too
late. Someone lifted me
in the air, turned me sideways and slapped me.
I howled at the top of my lungs. What injustice!
I hadnt done anything.
And then I heard her. It was that gentle voice
that had always rocked me to sleep. She was back
and at a whimper, she announced, Its
a boy, Billy, and hes so beautiful. Red
hair, blue eyes, ten fingers, ten toes
She trailed off. She was crying and it made me
feel horrible. Then she pulled me to her. At that
moment, no matter what wed just gone through,
I knew everything would be fine. Her freckled
face was as pretty as her voice.
As if breathing for the first time, I was laboring
for air when I heard another familiar voice. This
one was deeper and not as compassionate, but I
still knew it. I shifted on the womans chest
to listen.
The man said, He looks like either a Steven
or a Herbert to me.
The pretty lady began crying again, but she
eventually responded, Then Steven Herbert
Manchester it is!
And the rest, as they say, was history in the
making. My journey had
begun
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Steven Manchester is the
published author of: a number of books including
The Unexpected Storms, At The Stroke Of Midnight,
Jacob Evans, A Fathers Love, Max Evans,
Let Us Not Forget, Forget Me Knots From The Front
Porch, Wisdom: True Stories Of Lifes Lessons
and a dozen other anthologies. He has written
under the pseudonym Steven Herberts. He has written/produced
several films . Some of them are:
HEARING ZOE (Mulligan Gang Productions; 1999)
ACQUAINTANCES (Rising Tide Entertainment; 2001)
THE WEDDING GIFT (Prince Caspian Productions;
2002)
GOOSEBERRY ISLAND (GIRO Productions, Europe; 2003)
The father of two sons, Steven works as a Technical
Writer for State Street Bank. As a free-lance
writer, he has published more than 80 articles
both local and abroad. When not spending time
with his sons, writing, teaching, or promoting
his published books/films, this Massachusetts
author speaks publicly to troubled children through
the Straight Ahead Program.
Steven Manchester
617-985-7025
508-672-5615
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