Hall of Healing                 


This is a place of hope and healing placed in the castle because of a very special woman who has been suffering for a long time. She now has a chance to get well, with the help of caring individuals and lots of prayer no matter which deity it is lifted to.


 This is my mother, Sally. Ever since I was a child she's taught me to love and accept others for who they are. She's taught me to see the beauty in every part of the world and of life. She taught me the God is a father who watches over and loves us, reguardless of what we look like or who we choose to love. My mother taught me that no matter how bad life may get, it's for a reason and will eventually lead to the path we need to walk for a while. My mom was a guide, not molding me in her image, but allowing me to choose my own path, all the while letting me know that she would be beside me if I ever needed her, even if it was just for a simple hug and smile. She is one of the most beautiful people I have ever known, and all my life she has lived in constant physical pain.


    You see, when she was only eighteen years old, she was hit by a drunk driver. She was thrown through the windsheild of the car she was in and her skull was split open, her hip was destroyed, and her teeth were damaged badly, and those injurries are still with her. The man who hit her had a family with very young children, and my mother refused to take anything from him but what his insurance would pay. She didn't want his family to suffer. She had no idea that the injuries wouldn't heal.
    I used to trace the scar that split her forehead and tell her it looked like the number 1, because she was the number 1 mom. The special shoe that she has to wear to make up for the length lost in one leg, for the hip surgery, was just something that had always been there. And the fact that her short term memory was all but gone just meant that she would forget when I was supposed to be in trouble.
    She built the first house we lived in with her own two hands. She made clothes for me and in the summer we stayed in a teepee in the woods, attending rendevouz', a gathering of woodsmen, native americans, hippies, people celebrating a simpler time. My siblings and I have experienced so much because of her, and she never let us know how much pain she was in.
    Lately though, her teeth have almost all fallen out because we cannot afford to fix the damage done to them almost thirty years ago.  We can't afford to buy the special shoes that she needs, and the ones that she has don't fit her, and hurt her. Some days, she can't even walk because of the pain. She tries not to let it show, but my brothers and I can't help but see how hard it is for her to play with our little sister, or to go for walks, or even to stand in one place for any length of time. We tease her about her memory, making light of it. However, my brother's don't realize that she had been going to medical school when the accident happened. They don't realize that her whole life was twisted because she could no longer remember her lessons.

    The doctors say they can fix her hip now, but they won't even try it until her teeth are fixed and that pain is gone. It would be too much for her otherwise. Both operations are expensive, and neither of my parents can work. (My father's nerves were damaged in an accident at the factory he worked at, and my mother couldn't handle most jobs. She cleans the methodist church near our town, and she babysits, but that is not even enough to pay the bills)

    I have been giving as much as I can to help her, but it isn't nearly enough.
    I wrote into various talk shows and magazines about what happened but no one will answer my calls or letters.
    This is the last thing I can think of.

I made this page to reach out to as many people as I can and ask you all, please, if you could, help her, if you know anyone who might be able to help her direct them here. Please pray for her, and for our family. If you can afford to help at all, or know someone who could, please don't stay silent. Email me at [email protected] .

    I know this is odd, but it's my last option. I can't think of anything else I can do, and I am so tired of seeing my mother struggle against the pain. She keeps telling me that it's all for a reason, but I am scared for her. For our whole family.

    Please. Offer us some hope.

Thank you, and I am sorry that I have to ask this of you,
I don't mean to cause discomfort
I just want my mother back.

Gods bless
Raihne



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