Back In the World
CH 10
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The tall man took the handkerchief and managed a small smile.
"Having a rough day my son?"
The familiar tone of compassion rang high in Hawkeye's ears. He patted the handkerchief on his neck and clothing and handed it back to the man in front of him.
Hawkeye nodded in agreement with the comment the priest offered. "Rougher day than most." He replied.
"Can I be of some assistance?" the priest asked.
"I believe you've done your good deed for the day Father." Pierce replied handing him back his handkerchief.
"Is that right?" The priest shrugged. "And here I thought you needed someone to talk with." He started away from Hawkeye down the hall.
Hawkeye jogged after him. "Ya know you remind me of this priest I used to know."
He smiled. "I get that all the time."
Hawkeye laughed slightly.
"Now that's better, I was hoping you could smile without forcing it on your face."
"I didn't think I could either, I think that's the first genuine smile, I've had in a while." The taller man motioned for the Father to walk with him as he told him of the past few months. He spoke about his son and losing his good friend. And now his wife was sick. The Priest was a good listener. Just as Hawkeye remembered his old friend, the Father.
"I don't know everything son, but I do know this, that God has a plan that will come from all this. You put your faith in Him and you will have a testimony that will bring people in awe of God. He may spare your son, he may spare your wife…I think what he wants you to do is ask Him for help…"
"Man you're just like him."
The Priest smiled. "Like this friend of yours? The one you keep speaking of."
Hawkeye grinned. "Yea, he had so much faith in the middle of hell itself, it was incredible. I mean…just…amazing."
"Well it's not just because he was a priest ya know…it's built into all of us, all we have to do is surrender to it."
"Surrender to what?" He asked.
"That we're not God…and we never will be."
He smiled. "Then what are we?"
"His kids." The priest replied. " Now I must be going, I hope I was of some help to you… …you take care of yourself and May the Lord bless you." He shook the mans hand and headed back down the hall.
After a moment Hawkeye realized he had left his handkerchief behind.
"Father, you left your…" He hollered down the hall but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Nurse you know where that priest went?"
She looked at him oddly. "What Priest sir?"
"His card says, he's the chaplain of this hospital…short man, a hat…"
She shrugged. "I'm sorry sir, we don't have a Chaplain here…I think you're confused."
He wasn't confused. He had said he was the chaplain of the Hospital. He searched the hospital floor hall by hall and he was nowhere to be found. He asked more staff and no one knew of any chaplain that fit his description if one at all.
He stood alone outside the waiting room; he reached into his pocket for the card the priest had given him and it was gone.
He then used the handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead…
Suddenly a doctor approached him.
"Sir, you alright?"
"Yeah, me…I'm fine…it's just this priest…ah never mind…"
"Well, they are ready for you." The doctor said motioning for him to follow.
He walked into the room, handkerchief still in hand.
"Hello Doctor Pierce…it's an honor to meet you." The two shook hands.
"Thank you…where is my wife?" He asked.
"She is getting dressed...I thought I'd speak with you first…we got the results a few minutes ago and it seems…"
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AN: CAUTION! CLIFF!!!
I'll see where I want go and post some more soon.
Also, I thought about it being Father Mulcahy, but I thought having the priest disappear was a stretch enough, even for fiction. Plus, it had only been a day; I couldn't figure how Mulcahy would have flown over etc etc. But Father Mulcahy is one of my faves, so he may have another cameo. You just never can tell wit this story…if you haven't noticed already… heck I don't even know what I'm writing one day to the next… Take care - TLH
CH 10
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The tall man took the handkerchief and managed a small smile.
"Having a rough day my son?"
The familiar tone of compassion rang high in Hawkeye's ears. He patted the handkerchief on his neck and clothing and handed it back to the man in front of him.
Hawkeye nodded in agreement with the comment the priest offered. "Rougher day than most." He replied.
"Can I be of some assistance?" the priest asked.
"I believe you've done your good deed for the day Father." Pierce replied handing him back his handkerchief.
"Is that right?" The priest shrugged. "And here I thought you needed someone to talk with." He started away from Hawkeye down the hall.
Hawkeye jogged after him. "Ya know you remind me of this priest I used to know."
He smiled. "I get that all the time."
Hawkeye laughed slightly.
"Now that's better, I was hoping you could smile without forcing it on your face."
"I didn't think I could either, I think that's the first genuine smile, I've had in a while." The taller man motioned for the Father to walk with him as he told him of the past few months. He spoke about his son and losing his good friend. And now his wife was sick. The Priest was a good listener. Just as Hawkeye remembered his old friend, the Father.
"I don't know everything son, but I do know this, that God has a plan that will come from all this. You put your faith in Him and you will have a testimony that will bring people in awe of God. He may spare your son, he may spare your wife…I think what he wants you to do is ask Him for help…"
"Man you're just like him."
The Priest smiled. "Like this friend of yours? The one you keep speaking of."
Hawkeye grinned. "Yea, he had so much faith in the middle of hell itself, it was incredible. I mean…just…amazing."
"Well it's not just because he was a priest ya know…it's built into all of us, all we have to do is surrender to it."
"Surrender to what?" He asked.
"That we're not God…and we never will be."
He smiled. "Then what are we?"
"His kids." The priest replied. " Now I must be going, I hope I was of some help to you… …you take care of yourself and May the Lord bless you." He shook the mans hand and headed back down the hall.
After a moment Hawkeye realized he had left his handkerchief behind.
"Father, you left your…" He hollered down the hall but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Nurse you know where that priest went?"
She looked at him oddly. "What Priest sir?"
"His card says, he's the chaplain of this hospital…short man, a hat…"
She shrugged. "I'm sorry sir, we don't have a Chaplain here…I think you're confused."
He wasn't confused. He had said he was the chaplain of the Hospital. He searched the hospital floor hall by hall and he was nowhere to be found. He asked more staff and no one knew of any chaplain that fit his description if one at all.
He stood alone outside the waiting room; he reached into his pocket for the card the priest had given him and it was gone.
He then used the handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead…
Suddenly a doctor approached him.
"Sir, you alright?"
"Yeah, me…I'm fine…it's just this priest…ah never mind…"
"Well, they are ready for you." The doctor said motioning for him to follow.
He walked into the room, handkerchief still in hand.
"Hello Doctor Pierce…it's an honor to meet you." The two shook hands.
"Thank you…where is my wife?" He asked.
"She is getting dressed...I thought I'd speak with you first…we got the results a few minutes ago and it seems…"
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AN: CAUTION! CLIFF!!!
I'll see where I want go and post some more soon.
Also, I thought about it being Father Mulcahy, but I thought having the priest disappear was a stretch enough, even for fiction. Plus, it had only been a day; I couldn't figure how Mulcahy would have flown over etc etc. But Father Mulcahy is one of my faves, so he may have another cameo. You just never can tell wit this story…if you haven't noticed already… heck I don't even know what I'm writing one day to the next… Take care - TLH