ANGELS AND GHOSTS

November 1985

She was lost in the darkest of nights, or as she reflected anxiously, maybe she was lost in the darkest of holes. She was neither here nor there, maybe she was in between, or maybe she was in limbo.

The young girl knew that something bad had happened, and she suspected that the something bad had happened to her. She could think, yet she could not speak; she could sense, yet she could not feel.

Confused and afraid, she wished, hoped, prayed that someone would help her, because she felt so alone and so isolated. Blinded by the total darkness, she feebly reached out, searching for help, seeking assistance, craving salvation, and in a voice of no volume, she begged, Please, someone, anyone, please help me …