REALITY STRIKES HARD

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Emergency overcome! ❤️

by John Yeo

Life goes by like lightning as the happy years unfurl and seem to drift by at the speed of light. The cruising holiday went well, we toured around some popular ports around the Mediterranean Sea. The food was plentiful and available in many forms.
The carefree consumption of many high fat, high risk food didn’t concern me. I have always been an extremely fit man, indulging in some healthy exercise on my allotment, in our garden and on the club bowling green. With an always optimistic outlook on life I was sure I would contentedly go on forever.

We were at our Bowls Club when the first signs of something untoward occurred, although I suspect the signs and warnings were already there, silent and unrecognised.
I stood at the edge of the bowling green where I suddenly became aware of a strange pain in my chest. I immediately sat down and began to take some deep breaths, I suspected I was suffering from a bout of indigestion. My wife Margaret, asked if I was alright and I nodded and said,

“Don’t worry, I have a funny pain, probably just a touch of indigestion.”
I took a drink of water and after a few minutes the pain seemed to disappear.

We played a great game of bowls together, we were drawn to play on the same side and we gave each other the support we needed to win the match.

We returned home and enjoyed a super-tasty chicken meal, prepared by Margaret. After an evening spent watching television we went to bed.

At 01.30, I woke with a pain in my chest and neck, about ten times worse than the pain I had suffered at the Bowls Club. Margaret woke and became concerned,
“Do you have pain radiating down your arm?”

“No!” I replied. “just a funny pain in my chest and my neck.”

Margaret then decided to immediately telephone 111; NHS Choices.
Margaret spoke to an efficient operator, who advised I take 4 Aspirin, chewing them as opposed to swallowing them for a faster effect. The operator then telephoned for an ambulance.
A paramedic arrived within 10 minutes closely followed by an emergency ambulance. My pulse was taken, my blood pressure was measured and an ECG was done which proved to be slightly abnormal.
The ambulance personnel then informed me I would have to go to the Norfolk and Norwich hospital for further tests. Margaret decided to drive herself to the hospital to give me some support.
On the way to hospital, I had a further four ECG readings which were still showing an abnormal reading, with many other tests. The young lady paramedic was polite and caring and extremely efficient, as she filled in her forms collating the readings and information.

The ambulance arrived at the A&E department, where I was subjected to a barrage of further tests and several blood samples were taken for analysis in the lab. I waited on a trolley for around half an hour before Margaret arrived, bringing several things for me in case I was admitted to hospital. I was really happy to see her.
After about another half an hour doctor arrived and said,

“You have had a heart attack, we are waiting for some results of blood tests from the lab. I am afraid you will have to stay in hospital for a few days.”

The doctor then turned to Margaret and said she should go home and sleep as things may take a while from here.

An hour later, after a further chat with the Doctor,
I found myself in bed, in the male admissions assessment ward. This was an experience that I will remember for a long time to come. I was shown to a bed next to a window, with a pleasant view of the greenery in the hospital grounds.

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VOLUNTEERS

VOLUNTEERS


by John Yeo

It’s a sunny day in the popular seaside resort. Michael is constructing a garden shed for a customer of his DIY store, when his pager goes off. He scans the device briefly then turns and starts running. His colleagues are not surprised. They’re used to it. Within minutes he arrives at the local lifeboat station on the southeast coast. Soon he and the rest of the crew are at sea, powering towards the rocky cliffs, where two swimmers are trapped against the rocks by a heavy swell.
It’s a tricky operation to steer the rigid inflatable boat close enough without it being smashed against the rocks. The team have to bring it in quickly then hover, balancing carefully at 90 degrees to the swell. The crew hoist one man out and manoeuvre the boat round for the other man before turning for home. With both men delivered safely to the emergency services, the lifeboat is rehoused, washed and prepared for the next incident. Within hours Michael is back at the store.
This is just a solitary incident in the life of an unpaid ordinary member of the public who devote their time and efforts to saving lives at sea.
Imagine for a moment that you’re part of the crew on a lifeboat. It’s 2.30am on a freezing January morning and the pager’s just woken you from a deep sleep in a snug warm bed. You then head out to sea in complete darkness and 10m waves rise and fall around you, ready to swamp you at any moment. Strong gale force winds throw the lifeboat around like a toy.
Most lifeboat crew members are volunteers, ordinary people who simply and selflessly want to save lives at sea. When the pagers go off, they drop everything and are regularly called away from their families, their beds and their work, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.
A donation to to the RNLI, is always money well-spent, to enable this important rescue work to continue.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

I wrote this post for ‘The Quintet’ our church magazine in response to the theme of…VOLUNTEERS

CYCLING TO THE CENTRE OF THE WORLD

Sunday Photo Prompt 25/02/2019

The challenge is to write a story using 200 words or less based, on the photo prompt.

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

CYCLING TO THE CENTRE OF THE WORLD


by John Yeo

If I hire two cycles we can enjoy a sightseeing extravaganza for two.
The weather is set to be dry and fine and we can beat the traffic, just me and you.
There are no high winds forecast to spoil things, as we take off on our exciting ride.
Along the grand historic river Thames, a sightseeing tour along the riverside.
The London Eye circles it’s way on the horizon, overseeing a panoramic view
Of the historic city, monuments and famous attractions old and new.
There are many cycle paths and cycling routes nearby but the towpath is closed.
The historic Globe Theatre is worth a look as we meander along at our own speed.
The Tate Modern gallery, a work of art in restoration, is an interesting sight to see.
Our journey takes us along traffic-free paths allowing us some time to stop.
My tyre got punctured near Borough Market within sight of a riverside pub.
We stopped for lunch and explored the stalls selling tasty cheeses and meats.
A kindly patron in the pub helped us get on our way by changing a tyre for free.
We raced each other to our final destination. The Greenwich Observatory.
We parked the bikes and stood astride the historic Meridian line, where east meets west. We took our place at the centre of the world.

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THE GARDENER

This is my original rough take on the prompt before I had to rip it down to 150 words

Greenland | Johan van den Bos, Google Maps

Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps. This week Pegman is still wandering around in the Northern Hemisphere. However, this time Pegman visits Greenland for the first time

THE GARDENER

by John Yeo

It had been a good year for old Tekkeitsertok, in his garden on the side of a sheltered hill, located just outside of Nuuk, the largest town in Greenland. This year had been warm, the lake was full of crystal clear water and his plants were thriving.

Tekkeitsertok was expecting visitors his two grandchildren, Pana and Arnaq were on the way.

With a dual yell of delight, two young tornadoes rushed up suddenly and threw their arms around him.

 

‘Hi, Grandad!’ Shouted Arnaq, a sweet looking young lady, and the older of the two.

 

Pana, eighteen months her junior was a sturdy young man of thirteen who would hunt, shoot and fish with the older men, grinned broadly. ‘We want to see the miracle of your growth Grandad, will you teach us how you can produce such nice food from those tiny seeds?’

 

‘Of course, children, but we will need longer than a day.’ replied the weary-looking elderly man.

 

Suddenly Pana said, ‘Grandad, I have a question.’

 

‘What is it Pana?’

 

‘Grandad, your name is Tekkeitsertok, after the god of hunting, yet you are here growing vegetables. What happened?’

 

Arnaq, his older sister caught her breath and shook her brother, ‘Don’t ask stupid questions Pana!’

 

Tekkeitsertok smiled and said, ‘It’s alright young lady, I will enlighten you both. I have killed many animals in my life, for warm clothing, for meat and even for fashion furs. I have seen many things. One day I was trapped under an ice floe, when a pure white wolf sunk his teeth into my, now useless left arm and dragged me away. I passed out. Sometime later, I came back to life and I remember a deep growling voice that repeatedly said the killing must stop.’

I then came around to find myself on a sled pulled by five white huskies with eyes that seemed to say. “Remember!”

Since that day I have never killed again except when hunger drove me to kill for food.’

Both children were silent as they watched their Grandad handle his spade with one hand to till the soil.

The lessons had just begun.

©️Written by John Yeo ~ All Rights Reserved

Note

Inuit Names

Tekkeitsertok/ Mans name

(God of hunting or master of Caribou)

Pana/ Boys name

(God who cares for souls)

Arnaq/ Girls name

(Woman or Girl)

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After my Buzz-saw had ripped it down to 150 words 

The Gardener

by John Yeo

Tekkeitsertok’s garden was located near Nuuk, the largest town in Greenland.

Tekkeitsertok, had visitors, Pana and Arnaq.

‘Hi, Grandad!’ Shouted Arnaq, the older of the two.

Pana, said, ‘Teach us how you produce food from those tiny seeds?’

‘We will need longer than a day.’ replied Tekkeitsertok.

‘Grandad, your name is Tekkeitsertok, after the god of hunting, yet you are here growing vegetables. What happened?’

Tekkeitsertok said. ‘I had killed many animals. One day I was trapped under an ice floe when a white wolf sunk his teeth into my arm and dragged me away. I passed out and a deep growling voice said, ‘The killing must stop.’ I found myself on a sled pulled by five white huskies with eyes that seemed to say, “Remember!”

I have never killed again.’

Both children watched their Grandad, handle his spade with one hand to till the soil. The lessons had begun.

(150 WORDS)

© Written by John Yeo all rights reserved,

THE GARDENER

Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps.
This week Pegman is still wandering around in the Northern Hemisphere. However this time Pegman visits Greenland for the first time.

Greenland | Johan van den Bos, Google Maps

THE GARDENER


by John Yeo

Tekkeitsertok’s garden was located near Nuuk, the largest town in Greenland. Tekkeitsertok, had visitors, Pana and Arnaq.

‘Hi, Grandad!’ Shouted Arnaq, the older of the two.

Pana, said, ‘Teach us how you produce food from those tiny seeds?’

‘We will need longer than a day.’ replied Tekkeitsertok.

‘Grandad, your name is Tekkeitsertok, after the god of hunting, yet you are here growing vegetables. What happened?’

Tekkeitsertok said. ‘I had killed many animals. One day I was trapped under an ice floe when a white wolf sunk his teeth into my arm and dragged me away. I passed out and a deep growling voice said, ‘The killing must stop.’ I found myself on a sled pulled by five white huskies with eyes that seemed to say, “Remember!”

I have never killed again.’

Both children watched their Grandad, handle his spade with one hand to till the soil. The lessons had begun.

(150 WORDS)

© Written by John Yeo all rights reserved

WAITING

Sunday Photo Prompt 25/02/2019

The challenge is to write a story using 200 words or less based, on the photo prompt.

Photo Credit: C. E. Ayr

WAITING


by John Yeo

I just wonder if this will be the one, the train my destiny will be on. I have stood on this platform many times during this last month since I received the last letter to say you would be coming home. I hate the thought of this crazy Afghan war, separating us any longer. I wish I’d never applied to join the forces to serve our country. I guess I was caught up in the patriotic fervour that swept the country, whipped up by stirring stories in the media. I was shocked when I discovered I was judged unfit for service and even more so when you informed me with a smile, that you’d applied and been accepted. I knew you were a special person when I asked you to be my wife, I never expected women to be allowed to serve, even Nurses. I have prayed for your survival every day since that terrible moment you were hit by a snipers bullet when you were desperately trying to save a life. Our separation has been excruciatingly painful and I’ve missed you and thought of you every single minute.
Please come home safely my darling fiancée!

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(196 WORDS)





FATHERS DILEMMA

Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps.

This week Pegman takes us to Portmeirion Village in Wales.

Portmeirion Village, Wales | Google Maps

FATHERS DILEMMA


by John Yeo

Not many people are aware of a valley near Portmeirion that is a renowned centre for Cryopreservation. My Father was Sir Alexander Hastings, a wealthy Industrialist, I was the only family member who shared a secret. Father had been diagnosed with terminal Cancer one month ago. He had deteriorated rapidly but he had suddenly altered his plans for a revolutionary preservation of his body by Cryonics. Father is a devoutly religious man who wondered if freezing his body at the point of death, with the hope of awakening when a cure for Cancer had been found he would be interfering with God’s plans for him. Would he be the same person he once was or an empty shell of the memory of who he once had been? Would he be rudely reawakened from eternal life?
Father will finally be at rest in the graveyard of the Pink Church in Portmeirion.

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The Pink Church in Portmeirion