‘Twas a cold December night. Blaine Clancey and Isabelle Ames were talking on the telephone. They had been in a casual relationship for three months. Blaise had fallen for her, but she wasn’t so sure just yet. As they were talking on the phone Isabelle was telling him how there was someone else in her life and that she didn’t want to be with him anymore. It was if a red-hot dagger was driven into his heart as she broke those words to him and then hung up the phone. That night he overdosed on pills and alcohol and went to sleep. The next day he woke up around two in the afternoon and was very depressed. The rain was pouring down hard and lightning was crashing. Whenever he would feel a wave of depression, he would turn to his police scanner to remind him that there are people who have it worse than he does. At the same time, Isabelle was talking to her new boyfriend Kyle Ford on the phone. He was asking her to come over in hopes that he would get lucky with her. He told her how he wanted to “make love to her so bad”. In all reality, there was no love just lust. She knew she wasn’t ready to give herself to anyone just yet, and realized how Blaine never treated her like this, but also realized how she broke his heart and was now overcome with loneliness. He kept urging her to come over to his place and finally told her that if she meant anything to him she would come over. She finally decided to drive over anyhow it was raining horribly. While driving on the Melody Expressway, she lost control of her car and slid into oncoming traffic and her car was smashed. She lay there unable to feel her legs and was scratched up in the face from the broken glass.
Blaine sat there listening to his scanner when he heard the paging signal go off, “Melody 911 to EMS respond to an accident with injury on the Melody Expressway.”
He realized that he could have been worse off when he heard that page.
He tuned in the police frequency when he heard “Jack can you tend to that accident with injury on the Melody Expressway?”
Jack replied, “Yes ma’am.” He kept listening until he heard the policeman say once again “I’ve arrived on the scene.”
And called out the license plate number. Blaine recognized that number and his heart sunk The ambulance took Isabelle to the hospital where she was conscious but paralyzed from the waist down and her face was cut up. Kyle kept trying her cell phone again and again and was now growing impatient and angry.
That afternoon the news came on at six o’clock that afternoon reporting of Isabelle’s accident and reported how she was resting at Melody General hospital. While she was there she had the hospital contact Kyle.
He came to visit her, but saw her cuts and saw her paralysis and said, “You’re so ugly now, we’re through.”
Her heart sunk and she was now feeling the red-hot dagger through her heart realizing how much she meant to Blaine and that he would have never left her. She knew now that they would never be together because of the way she broke up with him, or at least she thought she knew. The nurse said, “There is someone here to see you, Isabelle.” She looked at the doorway, and there was Blaine.
He looked at her and she started sobbing as she spoke, “I am so sorry I hurt you like that.”
“It’s all right.”
She continued, “Kyle dumped me when he was my scars and paralysis. I never realized how good you were to me, and now you won’t want me either.”
“Wrong, I do want you and I always have wanted you.”
“But look at me.”
“That doesn’t matter.”
“But I’m an invalid now.”
“Doesn’t matter, you still mean the world to me.”
“I will need someone to take care of me for the rest of my life.”
“I would be willing to do that.”
“But we will never be able to have sex.”
“But what will everyone think of you.”
“Doesn’t matter, I love you damn it, and that’s not something that just goes away.”
“I realize how much you do now. I realize that I was so confused, but now I know that I love you and I am so sorry for breaking up with you.”
He came up to her and kissed her gently on her forehead, and asked, “Will you give me another chance?”
“I think the question is will YOU give ME another chance?”
“Yes of course. And I promise my undying faith to you.”
This may seem like a very good example of a love between a man and a woman. However a much Greater Love is available to any who wishes to receive it. I do admit that this could somewhat be a reflection of that Greater Love, at least to some degree…