Power of Prayer
Leaves of yellow, red, and orange that covered the ground on a warm fall afternoon. Through the sky flew a blue Frisbee with a man striding quickly behind it determined to snatch the flying disk out of the air. Screeching in the background someone yelled, "Stop, Johnny!" Johnny looked back to see who yelled his name. Out of the corner of his eyes two bright lights cut through the fog. Bam! Johnny was smacked by a black sports car that sped off without stopping. "No!" Steve screamed, as he ran to help his best friend. He collapsed near the injured body, "Johnny, can you hear me?" Steve yelled in hysteria. Johnny lay motionless in a crumpled disfigured ball. He was barely breathing. Steve's mother, Katherine, was picking apples on the other end of the house when she heard the commotion. She hurried to the scene and saw her son with a panicked, bright red face peering over his best friends bloody, irresponsive body. Katherine then ran inside and called for the paramedics. Johnny was rushed to the hospital. Steve and his mother sat in the waiting room with its theme of warm calming hues of pink and green. Steve was well aware of that room because of his numerous injuries last year in football, whi
Steve rose to his feet and walked to the bathroom. The young man began to think about the treasured memories he and his best friend had shared. Steve thought about all the times they had played in his backyard for hours, pretending to be their favorite football players. Johnny would always be Walter Patton. Steve remembered when his best friend had saved his life. He had nearly fallen off a balcony and Johnny caught him. He thought about how Johnny continued to support him, which is why Steve never hesitated to lend a hand for his good buddy. He was willing to do anything that he believed would encourage Johnny through this dreadful time. Steve sat loosely in the chair and looked at his mom with tears streaming down his cheek, and said, "Mom, I do understand, thank you for being here for me. You brought a new light in to my life. I know God heard me and answered my prayers according to His will. When I was praying I felt God flow through me like warm water. I heard God talk to me for the first time in my life. He is real and He will do amazing things in my life. I have faith. I trust in God, confident he is holding Johnny in his arms right now." ch had ruined his promising junior year as starting linebacker. He was wore grass-stained sweats and a baggy green sweatshirt. Katherine was still sporting her dirty overalls and her blue butterfly sweatshirt. The boy sat with his head buried in his hands looking down at the ground. His mom squeezed her hips into the chair next to him. She then perched over her child placing her tender hand on his back for support. The kid gasped for air as he squeezed out, "This is all my fault. I should have never thrown the Frisbee so far." Steve rolled his eyes and gave his mom the glare of a four year old told to finish his broccoli. Steve regained his composure and exclaimed, "Mom, I don't see how you can tell me that having faith in something I can't even see will save my friend. I have prayed many times and nothing happened. Why would God listen to me now?" Katherine maintained her loving motherly instincts as she smiled, replying with a calm yet firm sympathetic tone, "Steve if you don't want to believe, then that is your choice, but right now God is all Johnny has. I know God is real and that prayer works. Why do you need to have complete scientific proof to believe in
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Approximate Word count = 1588
Approximate Pages = 6 (250 words per page double spaced)
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