Christian Allegories: Volume 2

By Gary T Brideau

She struggled frenetically, trying to free herself from the ropes that held her fast to the base of the huge bush. She could hear Downey laughing at her and saying, "You're going to die alone, no one will hear your screams, you're going to die."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483629629

Gary T Brideau

I was born in a small house in Brooklyn, Nova Scotia, Canada in 1947 and moved to Bridgeport, Connecticut as a small boy. I met Lauren, the love of my life in1985 and were married years later and moved to Bristol, Connecticut. One night, I had a vivid dream that caught my attention, that spurred me to write it down, and sent it to my sister T. Jene Brideau, for an interpretation who also is a writer. She wrote and told me that the story was good. I took her encouragement and my imagination went to work. That’s when I discovered my God-given talent to write great space adventures stories. From then on, I have written over fifty stories of which only seven of them have been published with great reviews.

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CONTENTS

WRONG WAY GEORGE IN FATAL ERROR

Introduction

Chapter 1: Quandary

Chapter 2: Death’s Door

Chapter 3: The Road Back

Chapter 4: The White Knight

Chapter 5: Miss Sunshine’s moment

Chapter 6: The strange friend

Chapter 7: Which way home?

Chapter 8: Homeward bound, the hard way?

Epilogue

WENDI IN THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL

Introduction

Chapter 1: A chance of a lifetime

Chapter 2: Distracted

Chapter 3: Termination

Epilogue

ANDY ADAMS, IN LOGANBERRY FALLS

Introduction

Chapter 1: On the Run

Chapter 2: A Caged Animal

Chapter 3: Cloak and Dagger

Chapter 4: Roundup

Epilogue

THE GREGG AND LAURIE STORY

Introduction

Chapter 1: The road back

Chapter 2: Getting there is the problem

Chapter 3: The shock

Chapter 4: Yokosuka

Chapter 5: Set Back

Chapter 6: Something to Remember

Chapter 7: An unwanted guest

Chapter 8: Enough is enough

THE ADVENTURES OF MIKE AND HEATHER LOST ON EARTH

Chapter 1: The Zipper

Chapter 2: Two against a planet

Chapter 3: Muncy

Chapter 4: The Slip

Chapter 5: A Time to Hide

Chapter 6: Keekee Meets her Match

Chapter 7: Jake’s Last Stand

Epilogue

I thank my wife, Lauren Brideau

for editing all my stories.

WRONG WAY GEORGE

IN

FATAL ERROR

INTRODUCTION

A dark shadow loomed across their paths bringing heart wrenching trials, as George and Midge follow their Lord and Saviour. Is it a trial of their faith? Or is Midge being called home to be with the Lord Jesus. They hold onto the Lord, as they hold onto each other traveling their shadowy unknown path.

CHAPTER 1

Quandary

George parked his green tractor by the side of the barn, wiped the sweat from his brow, then unhitched the manure spreader. Upon heading to the farm house, he mumbled, ‘I wonder, how Midge is doing? I don’t like the medication, that new city doctor gave her, for her Psoriasis, it makes her to too groggy."

George took off his shoes, at the door, and paused, staring, at his beloved wife in the kitchen; face down in a pile of potato peeling. He picked up the half peeled potato from the floor, then, gently touched her back, saying, Midge honey, wake up.

Her eyes heavy with sleep, Midge glanced at George, and mumbled, Sorry, I was resting my eyes, for a moment.

You’ve been on that Sulfa-whatever drug, for the past six months, trying to get rid of your skin disorder, and all it’s done is to make you groggy.

How can you stand to look at me, with these ugly red blotches all, over me?

To be honest, I never noticed them.

Yeah, right! exclaimed Midge.

Suddenly, a knock came at the door, Fanny bellowed, Hey, Midge! I’ve got supper, for you! She entered the kitchen and placed a large pot, on the stove, that was divided, into three sections; the top section had mashed potatoes, the middle section had string beans the bottom section had barbequed pork chops.

This is the fourth time this week, you’ve brought us food, stated a blurry eyed Midge. I can handle things quite well, thank you.

I’m not saying, you can’t, Hon. I was over here five times yesterday, and found you sleeping every time. I think you need to see old Doc Brown and fast.

I go to that new doctor in town, replied Midge.

That city fella, exclaimed an irate Fanny, Doc Brown forgot more about medicine than, that doctor of yours ever knew.

The next day, George found his wife sitting in a chair, with her head in her hand sound asleep, and asked, Midge sweet, are you ready to go to see Doctor Brown?

No, I don’t want to see that horse doctor. Take me to the Safety Medical Clinic.

After Midge’s examination, she informed George, All I have is a U-T-I. With a little blood in my urine, no biggy. He gave me some antibiotic which should take care of the matter in about ten days. You want to stop, at the diner, for coffee?

That afternoon, George entered the barn to make sure, the plow was ready to hook up to the tractor when, a strong impression that something was going to happen flooded George’s emotions, As he sought the Lord, a vivid image of the Riverton Junction General Hospital lobby flashed in his mind. Not wanting to accept anything negative about his wife, he dismissed it from his mind and went on, with his work. That evening over supper, Midge informed her husband, George, the doctor called and told me, that my kidneys aren’t functioning right.

He suddenly lost his appetite, as he excused himself from the table, went into the den, picked up the Bible and for the next five hours, George struggled, with the thoughts of losing his wife, to cancer. A week later, Midge fell into depression, thinking, that’s it I’m going to die. One evening as they were getting ready for bed, George inquired, Are they going to do any more test?

The doctor made an appointment for me, with a specialist in August.

August! shouted George. That’s five months away! You might be dead, by then."

Mid morning the next day, Midge lay down for a rest, and arose thirty minutes later, and stated, Hon, I feel like I’m dying, like my life is slowly draining from me. Earlier. I felt a sharp pain and couldn’t move, until it subsided. When, I go to the hospital; please have them put the I-V in my left arm, not my right. Do you know how frustrating it is, to try and do something with that thing, dangling from your right arm?

All of a sudden, the lobby of Riverton Junction General Hospital, flashed in Georges mind again. He dismissed it again, not knowing where the thought came from.

As the week rolled on, Midge slept most of the time, while George struggled to keep his mind on the Lord and not on losing Midge. He knew sooner or later his wife would be going to the hospital. Then, a voice in his heart said, "Be strong, and be of good courage, fear not, nor be dismayed: for the Lord God, will be with thee; and not forsake thee. This gave him, the confidence he needed, to continue.

One afternoon, Fanny knocked on the back door, entered the kitchen and questioned, George, how’s Midge?

George offered Fanny a cup of coffee, and answered, Don’t know, she’s confused, having a difficult time remembering where things, are, or what day it is. She sleeps most of the day, and her kidneys are on the bum, and she said, that she felt like she was dying.

Get that woman to the doctor immediately, before she goes into a coma. There’s something desperately wrong, with your wife!

We have an appointment in August.

Not good enough, bring her to the Emergency Room if you have to, but, get her to a doctor!

Puzzled, George inquired, Could it be just her medication, that’s causing all this?

Anyone in your wife’s condition that says, they feel like they’re dying, and have never said anything like that, probably is. Midge suddenly entered the kitchen, and smiled. Fanny glanced at her, and stated, Good Lord, Midge! If you don’t resemble cold death warmed over, I don’t know who does! George, get your wife to the hospital, right away.

As Fanny left, George picked up the phone, and called the specialist, and demanded, My wife can’t wait until August, we need an appointment, now! She’ll be dead, if we wait any longer!

Does that mean, you want to cancel the appointment?

Yes!

Okay, answered the secretary calmly, I’ll cancel the appointment, and when, we have an opening, I’ll call you.

That Wednesday’s Bible Study, George gently sat his wife in the buckboard, and went to church. After the service, Midge asked for prayer for her weaking condition, and the following Thursday morning, the doctor called to inform them, of an opening that afternoon. Great! We’ll be there, shouted George.

The doctor glanced at Midge’s medical history, and commented, Something is not right. Your kidneys are shutting down. Could be something as simple, as a blockage. Nothing to worry about. I’m sending you to Medical Lab, they’ll know, what to do.

A week later, George parked his car in front of a tall, brick building, fifty miles from Riverton Junction. Midge glanced up, and moaned, Well, here we go again. More cold hands and wired gizmos, that will most likely scare the crap out of me.

Midge! hollered George, Please watch your mouth. Remember, you’re a Christian.

Midge hung her head, and answered, Sorry, this whole situation is getting to me. I’ll be glad, when, it’s all over.

An hour later, the doctor referred Midge for more testing, and a blood test the next day, at another hospital. After the tests were finished that day, George and his wife took a breather, and stopped in at the local diner to see a dear saint and close friend of theirs, Carol. As they entered their home around noon, the phone rang. Out of breath, George picked up and answered, Good afternoon.

This is Midge’s doctor, get your wife to the hospital, immediately! Enter her in through the Emergency Room!"

CHAPTER 2

Death’s Door

At the Riverton Junction General Hospital Emergency room, Midge and her husband waited an hour before, having to fill out the mile of paperwork so, the hospital would be guaranteed payment. Midge was placed on a gurney, an I-V put in her left arm, wheeled down the bustling hallway with hospital staff, then, placed in a small alcove with a curtain to protect her privacy. Two minutes later, a nurse popped and, tossed Midge a Johnny-coat and said, Here, put this on.

But there’s no back to it, grumbled Midge.

As long as, you’re in this hospital, that’s what you ware.

At least, let me keep my undies on.

Sorry, they have to go too. When you’re finished, let me know and I’ll get the doctor, snapped the nurse, as she left.

Get me outta here. right now, George! I will not wear something, that has no back to it! What if I have, to use the bathroom. or. something? My butt will be. on display for all, to see.

Sweet, you’re going to be in a private room, so don’t worry.

News flash, grumbled Midge, This hospital has only one floor, with large windows! What does that tell you?

A nurse in her mid forties suddenly entered, wearing thick glasses, approached Midge with a needle, and said, I need to take some, of your blood.

Midge whimpered, You’re going, to take my blood? Are you sure, you can find my arm, let alone a vein.

Yeah, why? the nurse promptly picked up George’s arm, and proceeded to inject the needle, when, George mentioned, Hum, ma’am, aren’t you supposed to be getting a sample of my wife’s blood?

The nurse chuckled, removed the glasses and said, Just, a little hospital humor. Now, how are we, today? Are we ready, to give me a little blood?

Nurse, when did I become plural? The name is Midge Burden, use it!

Pastor Wilson poked his head inside the curtain, and inquired politely, Am I interrupting something?

No pastor Wilson, come on in. replied George.

The pastor carefully studied Midge for a minute, then, inquired, So. How is Midge? Spirited as always?

You know it, Pastor. The tears whelmed up in her eyes, as she remarked, Pastor, I’m scared out of my mind, that I’ll spend the rest of my life, in a nursing home being a burden to everyone.

You’re a hands on type of woman, stated Pastor Wilson, I don’t know, how you find the time, to accomplish the things, you do. With the woman’s group, intercessory prayer meeting, cooking meals for the shut-ins, plus working around farm. I wish there were more people, in the church, like you. However, the Lord will not put more on you, than you can bear. Pastor Wilson held Midge’s hand, and prayed, Lord Jesus, give the doctors’ the wisdom, they need to heal our dear sister, in the name of Jesus, a-men. The pastor looked Midge in the eye, and stated, I expect to see you, up and around, in no time. Talk to you, later.

Shortly after, the pastor had left Doc Brown stuck his head inside the curtain and queried, What in the world have you gotten yourself into, Mrs. Burden?

Midge’s face turned red from embarrassment and remained silent, However, George spoke up, and stated, My wife’s kidneys are failing, and the doctor doesn’t know why.

You don’t have to say it, Mrs. Burden, it’s written all over your face. You think, that I’m a horse doctor, well I am! Someone has to be the town’s veterinarian, and dentist. But, did you know, I’m also an elder at the church. You also, probably thought, you could be treated better by the new fancy city doctor. Maybe, you can. Just, then, Midge’s doctor entered the alcove, and questioned, Doctor Brown, what are you doing here?

Doctor Brown smiled, and said, Oh, just visiting.

The city doctor glared, at doc Brown and stated, You’re yesterday’s medicine, old and outdated, get with the times, or, retire.

Doc Brown snapped back, My dear, sir, medicine is more then just treating the body, you have to treat their spirit, as well. You can shove the pills into someone, but, if they haven’t the drive to get better, all you wind up doing, is, taking their money.

Are you calling me, a thief?

If the shoe fits, doctor Peters, answered doc Brown, as he casually left the alcove, smiling."

Doc Peters checked Midge’s heart, and said, I’ll have you back, on that farm of yours, in no time.

George inquired, Sir, Do you know what would have caused my wife’s kidneys to fail?

No, we’ll have to run more tests. This should take a few days, at the least.

Doc, what you are saying is, you haven’t a clue, when my wife is going to be getting out of the hospital.

In Midge’s hospital room, George sat in a chair, and stared at his wife lying motionless in her bed and wondered, is my wife, going to make it? Or, is she going to slip away. After an hour, George kissed his wife, and left for home, his mind was clouded with doughs and fears. At home, the stillness of the farmhouse drove George, up the wall. The next morning, he stood on the back porch, stared at the hayfield and muttered, Not today. I don’t have the strength. After grabbing a cup of coffee, George tried to relax, in the backyard. But, his mind was flooded, with questions. He then, whispered, as the tears streamed down his face, Why did this have to happen to my wife, Lord. She has had more than her share, of problems, in her life. It doesn’t seem fair, to put this, on her, too.

Do you know what tomorrow will bring? questioned a voice, from behind George.

George twisted around, and said loudly, Pastor Wilson! What are you doing here?

I thought, I’d drop by to see how you are doing, and from what I’ve heard, I came at the right time. The pastor sat in a lawn chair, next to George and inquired, Why do you feel, Midge has had more than her share, of trouble?

She has had; skin cancer, back trouble, bone spurs, hydrocephalus and stomach trouble. Now, this!

The pastor remained quiet for a minute, then answered, The word says; all things work together; for the good, to them who are the called according to His gospel. That means the good things, as well, as the bad.

True. answered George.

The pastor added, The Lord Jesus sees Midge’s entire life, from the first day to the last second and knows what she needs to strengthen her, so, she, in turn can bring glory to the Lord.

I see what you’re saying, trials can be tough to go through, but, it yields the fruit of righteousness. But, do you know, how heard it is to see your wife, lying in a hospital bed, not knowing whether she is going to live, or die?

Pastor Wilson hung his head and replied, Yes I do. My wife caught double pneumonia and almost died. You have to remember George, we are but, clay living in a fallen world of darkness because, of sin. Things will happen, as the Word says, in this world, you will have trouble; but, be of good cheer, I have overcome the world. Jesus told us this; so, we would have peace in Him.

A smile slowly formed, on George’s face, as he said, Thank you, Pastor. I needed to be reminded, that the road to Glory isn’t easy; but narrow, rocky and hard, to follow at times. Hey, Midge baked a deep dish apple pie, before, she went into the hospital, would you like a slice?

Only, if there’s a huge scoop, of vanilla ice-cream on top.

CHAPTER 3

The Road Back

A short time later, the pastor asked, By the way, have you seen Midge today?

No, I haven’t answered George, I was planning to go this afternoon, with some nightgowns I want to bring to her.

Let me give you a lift. You look like, you could use the fellowship."

In Midge’s hospital room, George gave his wife a bag, and said, "I