Part Two

Water stains covered the ceiling over my bed at the emergency room.

One of the spots looked like an elephant standing beside a smaller one.
For some reason it comforted me..

Tabitha sat by me and held my hand. It should have felt weird having a perfect stranger hold my hand in the emergency room, but it didn't. There was something so pure about Tabitha that I felt at ease.

We had exchanged names in her old white station wagon on the way to the hospital.

When I told her my name was Rosemarie she said she had always loved that name because that was her Ma Maw's first name.

I glanced at the clanking jars in the back seat on our way to the hospital. They were set neatly in card board boxes. The jars were so pretty. They had gingham fabric under the lids of each jar. And hand made labels were pasted on the jars detailing the contents of each one.

Tabitha explained that she made homemade jellies and jams that she sold at the Farmer's Market each Saturday.

She also made homemade soaps and lotions that she sold at the local stores and over the Internet. Her soap and lotion business made it possible for her to have a comfortable living. It was hard work she said but very fulfilling.

As I was thinking back on those things a policeman came in to ask me questions about the rape. I told him I could not remember anything about the attack. But I did know my name and where I was from. He told me he would stay in touch because he had more questions.

And as I layed there bruised and bledding the lady from billing came in. She had her portable computer and wanted to know: My Name, My Address, What type of Insurance did I have?

Tabitha asked her if she could please come back after I had been examined.

But the lady had told her no, it was hospital policy to register everyone before they received treatment.

After she left the doctor finally came in 30 minutes later.He examined me and stitched my wounds and had x-rays ordered. He also swabbed me so they could find DNA evidence to find my attacker. I was admitted to the hospital for overnight observation.

Tabitha never left me.

to be continued.....

by Nita Barrow- Zimmerman

Tonight's song, Out of the Woods by Nickel Creek
2nd video, pick a clip


one of my favorite songs.. I hope you have a chance to listen..

The Journey of Rosemarie Alcott

This is the first part of a fictional story I am writing. There will be several installments.



I woke up naked in a corn field.



I didn't now how I had gotten there. I was laying on my right side and every part of my body hurt

The first thing I saw was a line of ants carrying food back to their ant hill. They walked one by one in perfect order. Not distracted by anything on their journey to home. It felt so strange to be laying there dazed and disoriented watching ants.

I looked down at my body. I had bite marks everywhere. Dried blood covered my legs.

A mixture of dirt and blood was in my mouth and I spit several times trying to rid my mouth of the mix.

I couldn't remember anything. How had I gotten there? My brain was racing trying to remember anything. I made it to my knees and vomited.
I stood up on legs so shaky, that looking back on it now, I didn't know how I could even have walked after what happened to me.

My clothes lay scattered in the field and as I bent down to pick each piece up I felt so dizzy that I thought I would pass out. I pulled my torn jeans over my blood soaked legs and I somehow got my shirt put on. It was torn almost completely in two. I held it together as I looked for my shoes. They were nowhere to be found.

I began to scan the horizon for a house. For anywhere I could go to for help. It was at that point I began to cry. It came like a water fall. I couldn't stop it. Who had raped me and thrown me out in a field like a piece of garbage? How could anyone do something like this to another human being?

My heart began to beat fast and I felt very frightened at that moment. What if they came back? I hurried to the road. Tripping several times over the stubs of the left over corn stalks.

The first house I saw was a yellow farmhouse. It had red geraniums planted in huge stone planters on the front porch, and a glass jar filled with sun tea sat on a bench beside the geraniums.

I knocked on the door as loud as I could. And a woman in a white apron answered the door.

"Can I ...Oh my God" She started crying. " Please come in. Oh my God honey what happened to you?" She lead me to a chair and had me sit down.

"I don't know. I woke up in the cornfield naked and I can't remember what happened.. Can you please help me get to a hospital?" I started crying again. And the lady whom I had never met put her arms around me like I was baby and cried with me.

" Honey, I will take you to the hospital and we will find out who did this to you."

And I believed her.

Nita Barrow- Zimmerman

Today's song, Broken by Evanescence
2nd video

We only have today. We do not have tomorrow because it is not yet here.
We have this moment. We don't know what is going to happen to us. So today we need to enjoy our meals. Enjoy each other's company. Mend fences within our family, if possible.

Go for a drive instead of watching TV all day. Go outside and feel the breeze on our face. Say thanks to God for all He has given to us. And thank Him for all He has not allowed to happen to us.

Life is so short..See the beautiful, try hard to find the lesson in the pain.

xoxo Nita

Today's song, Sweet Pea by Amos Lee
1st video, pick a clip

I hope you have time to listen to this ;0)