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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Sibling(s) (05/01/08)

TITLE: Wounded Hearts


“Carrie, you have wounded my heart. Why do you keep saying hurtful things?”

My sister rolled her eyes. “Oh please, you’re so melodramatic, Sandy. Get over it.”

“You’re always insulting me in front of my friends. Why?”

“Why, why? Always, why? Sis, you just don’t get it. Read my lips. You…will…nev…ver…SING. Stop embarrassing yourself and I wouldn’t have to come to your rescue.”


Growing up in a family of five girls, with me…stuck in the middle, wasn’t easy. I was the plain sister. My hair was plain. My face was plain. My nose was plain. My whole me was plain. But…I could sing. I knew I wasn’t perfect but from the moment I woke each morning, I wanted to sing. My sisters constantly teased me about my singing. Carrie was the worst. She was a year older than me and seemed to find joy in wounding me with her words. Carrie couldn’t sing. Actually, she hated singing. She would scream at one of us sisters for playing a record or hummed as we worked. Just after Carrie’s seventeenth birthday, there was a huge argument between the five of us over our record-player disappearing. Carrie finally admitted she’d thrown it out. She stormed from our house and moved up state with her boyfriend. I never saw her again. Marsha was the only one who kept in contact with Carrie…besides Mother. The teasing continued from the others but not as often or as cruel.

After high school, I worked as a secretary for a pastor in a big church. One day, he heard me singing along to our church’s latest CD. I was busy typing the monthly newsletter and didn’t see him enter the church office. Usually the place was empty on Fridays so I could sing to my heart’s content…where no-one would make fun of me. Pastor Lloyd was just standing there, leaning on the doorframe. It gave me the fright of my life. My face burned with embarrassment.

We had a long talk that day about my voice and experience…or rather, lack of. Within a few weeks, I was singing back-up on Sundays and shortly after, the music director allowed me to sing my first solo.

That was nine years ago. I finally got over the hurt I grew up with…or so I thought.

We had not long arrived home from church, when Geoff, my husband of six years, went to the study to put his Bible away. I began preparing lunch. The telephone rang and I let him take the call and kept working.

“Honey, it’s your sister…Carrie.”

Gingerly I accepted the phone. Carrie’s taunts echoed in my head…they still hurt. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus. “Hello.”

Sobs and hic-cups muffled her words. “Sandy, hic...Marsha gave me your…hic number. What’s your address? I need to see you.”

My eyes sprang open. “Carrie, where are you? What’s wrong?”

“Stan’s left me…for another woman…hic…again. But…hic that’s not why I called…hic... Please, Sandy.”

I gave Carrie our address and hung up. Geoff knew of my years of Carrie’s relentless insults. There was nothing Geoff and I didn’t share. I admitted my mixed emotions about seeing her and Geoff prayed for wisdom and peace. I was so afraid she would wound me again.

My sister arrived shortly before two o’clock the following afternoon. She talked non-stop and seemed genuinely happy to see me and Geoff. Her frail figure worried me though.

“Carrie, are you okay? You said yesterday that Stan had left you. You’re also looking…unwell.”

Carrie burst into tears. Geoff left us alone. I wasn’t sure if it was her bawling which made him feel awkward, as it did me, or if he thought it was best for Carrie and me to sort it out ourselves. We were still talking when he returned to the kitchen a few hours later.

“Geoff,” I said quietly. “Please sit for a moment.”

I filled him in on some general pieces of conversation before I continued. “Geoff, Carrie’s kidneys are failing. Without a donor, she could die. Marsha, Eleanor and Sophie, aren’t compatible and she’s asked me to be tested. We do have the same blood-type. What should we do?”

Geoff took my hand. “What do you think you should do, Sandy? It’s your call.”

I searched his eyes, trying to see his thoughts, and then turned to see Carrie’s tear-stained face. I looked into her pleading eyes and felt her anguish. “I think it’s time for wounded hearts to heal.”

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Jan Ackerson 05/09/08
Cool story--I really wanted to get to know both of these main characters better. I almost think there's enough material here for two stories--one about singing, and one about the decision to give a kidney. Good read.
Joanne Sher 05/11/08
I love the healing throughout this piece. Very nicely done.
Laury Hubrich 05/12/08
I loved this story. It was very real. I felt like I was listening in on personal conversations. Nice job!
LauraLee Shaw05/12/08
Great story of hurt, healing and hope. The phone conversation with the hiccups was a creative touch. Love your message here.
Debbie Wistrom05/12/08
Great characters.
Oh how God challenges us when we are content.
Sharlyn Guthrie05/12/08
What a great story! The ending was unexpected. What a perfect way to offer love and forgiveness.
Edmond Ng 05/12/08
A very well written and moving story. You've expressed the feelings of the characters very well. Wish you'll get a chance to continue the story somewhere, maybe in the regular submission, so all of us who are interested can know the outcome. Let all wounds in hurting hearts heal.
Joshua Janoski05/13/08
A very well written and touching story. I would have liked to see what Sandy ended up doing with her singing career. Did she ever make an album. Did she just continue to sing in church? 750 words makes it had to tell all of those details.

I appreciate you sharing this. I enjoyed it very much. :)
Dee Yoder 05/14/08
Warm-hearted and tender story of love and forgiveness. Wonderful characters.
Peter Stone05/14/08
Lovely story of God's love helping to overcome a life time's worth of hurting words. Great example of forgiving your 'sister' 70 times 7 times.
Lyn Churchyard05/14/08
Well written story showing the MC's progression from pain and resentment to love, forgiveness and self sacrifice. Well done, very well done indeed.
Beth LaBuff 05/14/08
Beautiful story of forgiveness. I wanted to hear Sandy sing. :)
Sara Harricharan 05/14/08
Oooo! I do wish there was more to this-you should expand it! I liked the character of Sandy and I'm glad that someone did 'find' her voice and give her the chance to express it. Hurtful words are just that-hurtful, but you showed that even an inkling of forgivness offers hope! ^_^
Verna Cole Mitchell 05/14/08
This story had a feeling of "realness"--real people, real hurt, real forgiveness.
Carol Wiley05/14/08
I like the conclusion to your story as a way to show the healing taking place both emotionally and hopefully physically. It's close to my heart. :-) So, do they match?
Loren T. Lowery05/14/08
Healing of the wounded heart to heal...what a noble thing to write about and you did it with great realism. You engaged the reader to see the where and why of the sister's utltimate dilemna. Great story, equally great writing.
Shari Armstrong 05/14/08
I didn't see that coming.... great main character. You could feel her frustration.
LaNaye Perkins05/15/08
Braavo my friend, bravo!
Norma-Anne Hough05/15/08
Wow, what a powerful story.
Hope your heart did heal.
Edmond Ng 05/16/08
Congratulations on placing 12th in your level and 35th overall. This is a great achievement. Well Done! (",)
Edy T Johnson 05/20/08
Your story is so readable, dear friend. Nothing hurts worse than wounds from a family member. Yet, that unbreakable bond is still there when the "dividing wall of hostility" is overcome by God's ministry of reconciliation.

Wonderful message! And, thanks so much for leaving a comment on my "Watch With Me" story. I appreciate you.