Silence, A Hero

A lot of people think that the best way to survive a tragedy is to cry for help, but as some of us learn, silence can be the lifesaver. As a young girl, Jodi Manners entered childhood in tragedy. A maniac grabbed Jodi from the sidewalk she was walking on, threw her into a dark van, and raped her innocent body. He then drove a dagger through Jodi’s arm, begged her to scream for pleasure, and smile when she cried. Continuing to cut her young flesh, the maniac told Jodi to let the evil run out of her wicked body, and laughed as she bled.
After the maniac enjoyed his pleasure of Jodi’s pain, he took her to a place far away and threw her into a room with a bunch of girls.They were crying, bleeding, and some lifeless. They laid all over the place bloody and scared, tied to poles and chained to walls, and begging for mercy. There was no telling how long they had been there or how long this had been going on.
Soon after seeing this and being a part of this continuous nightmare, Jodi noticed the violent torture always occurred when the maniac would rape his victims and become outraged when they screamed. He always told them, “You sound like a whore when you beg for my touch.” Then he would torture them until they stopped screaming; even if it meant death. It was something Jodi found it hard to “get use to.”
Finally one day, when the maniac dragged Jodi outside where he had slaughtered some of the young girls, he tied her to a tree and told her she was next. Jodi noticed her hands were slipping from the rope and prayed inwardly for a chance to run. As the maniac laid the shovel he was digging her grave with down and turned to pick up the bodies of the other girls, Jodi grabbed for the shovel and swung it into the back of his head and ran. She didn’t look back to see if he was dead or anything.
Jodi made it to safety far away and was picked up off the streets by the law. After growing up in a group home, Jodi healed on the outside and grew on the inside, alone. She never told anyone about the tragedy; instead she excused her scars as abuse from a home from which she ran away.
Some people would think Jodi needed to open up and tell someone about the tragedy she completely understood, but in this incident, Jodi is the only one who understands the cost of crying for help. So don’t always assume that counseling is the best thing for everyone because if the only thing that can harm someone is opening up about something only they know, it’s better off left alone as the owner’s secrets to deal with.

1-15-1993
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Narrative assignment for professor and friend S.J.
There was a mutual profound silence after her remarks regarding this paper meant as a challenge to me because I was a silent person. I was surprised by the unique friendship I found in her supportive silence. I had no idea she thought so much of my writing.

Deadly Treason

Tragedy in a heart so young.
So filled with faith and trust.
Given to the prince of thieves
To be murdered by the poisoned arrow.
Life is not of any just.
Weeping willows cry with the wind,
To know the soul is dead.
The young lady fell in love,
And lost her life and heart to her head.
Scars are not too traceable,
For the wounds were never of being.
The king gave the great command
And she never even felt the bleeding.
Graved within a graveyard bed,
The bones rot to make escape
Of the heartless tragedy reigning
That the king and queen had made.

3-22-1992 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. This was before I only thought of One King!
God is my hero!

DEAN

Dean,

Your death was more than we were ready for,

it happened in such a hurry.

I wonder what caused you pain.

What would make you worry?

Your whole family was stricken with heartache

and destroyed by your deed.

What would make a loving heart

want to see his heart bleed?

Your friends were all horrified

to know that you would make

a decision to take your life,

knowing their hearts would break.

Can’t you find an antidote

to cure our ailing souls?

Without you to reassure us,

our world just doesn’t seem whole.

Find a moment in your new found home

to think of us and know

we’re waiting for that day to come

when heaven lets us go.

7-2-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

What I Saw Today

It was horrible, what I saw today.
I’ve never seen a child die crying.
How cruel the world has become
to know a child’s death is from no one trying.
So small and fragile, a lifeless child
lying in its mother’s arms.
When such a terrifying thing happens,
it’s not surprising that it alarms.
This child had died crying for food,
and its mouth had frozen while open.
When I saw this on the media,
I couldn’t move I was so frozen.
What has happened to this world?
And why have we become so cold?
Our hands are not suppose to kill babies.
They’re made, with love, to hold.
I can’t forget this episode.
It was something I wish had not happened.
But I know we have to do something
because these children are what really matter.

4-24-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

You Were Dear

A sign is left behind
that you were here.
You were loved.
You were dear.
Your life is gone,
Your spirit near.
How we miss
You being here.
We love you brother.
We miss you so.
God is blessed.
This we know.
Hug him for us,
As you wait along.
I hope we won’t
Be too long.

11-5-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
This was written for my baby brother Charlie who was killed when he was 37 years old. My mom had him 10 months after I was born. I always told everybody he was my 1st birthday present. Some people thought we were twins because we shared the same age for a couple of months each year.
His 2 favorite songs at the time of his death were
I Can Only Imagine by MercyMe, and Long Black Train by Josh Turner

Through Hands That Bleed

God is a very caring man,
who is so very patient and warm.
He understands His children
and comforts them in His arms.
He stretched those arms on His Son,
across the world and died.
And then He asked only for all to love Him.
For this, I’ve cried.
A man gave His Son to die.
His Son died for me.
What more could you ask for from anyone
when love is all you need?
Oh please reevaluate
the life you’ve chosen to lead.
God is waiting to give us life and love
through His Son’s hands that bleed.

10-6-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

At Your Grave

Beauty in a death of one,
I really loved so much.
Though I’ve been through a lot,
I’ve never hurt as such
A devastating time as this.
It’s really something new.
How can I come to deal with it,
If I don’t know what to do?
All the days we shared together,
All the smiles we gave,
I never knew there’d be a day
I’d stand here at your grave.

8-9-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)