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Pilot Who Saw No Action, Ch4 Chapter FourPilot Who Saw No Action, Ch4 by ~Ilite
After the Lumleys and Christina had left, the Intensive Care nurses began their rounds. True to their promise, they kept close tabs on all the patients. For Henry, one came around his bed every few minutes. During those times, they checked on his pulse and respiration, while the morphine kept him in a hazy slumber. For the first half of the night, his sleep was peaceful. Alas, it did not stay that way for long.
Around midnight, a bevy of nurses ran towards his bed, alerted by his panicked screaming. After seeing so many shell-shocked soldiers, they knew Lumley's bellowing were not from physical pain.
"It's okay, Henry, it'
Bread of Kindness, Ch.3 Chapter ThreeBread of Kindness, Ch.3 by ~Ilite
When I explained what had happened this morning over lunchtime, Richard snapped his glasses off his face, staring at me as though I suddenly sprouted an extra arm.
"Let me get this straight, Mrs Reid: you actually went to the workhouse?"
"All true, Richard, all true."
"You actually walked in?"
"Yes that I did, and even managed to talk to some pathetic soul."
"And who was that?"
I described in detail young Joseph's appearance, and his weary, exhausted, and ill-looking state. Richard still stared at me like I had cuckoos flying out of my ears.
"Why this sudden desire to befriend workhouse inmates?"
I paused a moment.
Bread of Kindness, Ch.2 Chapter TwoBread of Kindness, Ch.2 by ~Ilite
Saturday morning dripped in like soot-black raindrops through a crack in an ancient roof. My arms were folded across my chest, trying to keep myself warm in the interior of the workhouse. A strange smell caught my senses, hardly one I recognized. An unpleasant aroma, the likes of which I'd never encountered before permeated my nostrils. All the while, my mind cast itself adrift in an ocean of tedium. Bored by Rosie's nattering away at her cousin Marco, I cast my eyes around the dim grime and faces of the workhouse. There was something in one corner that caught my eyes' attention. Brow creasing, I leaned forward slightly to see
Bread of Kindness, Ch.1 Chapter OneBread of Kindness, Ch.1 by ~Ilite
Leicester, England, May 1884
When I first saw him in May 1884, he was working in that awful place, the Leicester Union Workhouse, where the rooms were always dark even in the brightest and sunniest of days. From its premises rose a stench of sweat, death, and disease. Workers ignored the outside world, and we, in turn, were more than happy to ignore them. Just as the outside world was kept apart, inside, women and men were kept separate, prohibited to mingle with each other, even if they were husband and wife. Truly, whole families were torn asunder, entire family trees torn limb from limb. If I had to pace past those iron
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Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle
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Words are meaningless
And forgettable
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"If knowledge can create problems, it is not through ignorance that we can solve them."
-Isaac Asimov
"Knowledge is power."
-Sir Francis Bacon
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"I am happy every hour of the day...because I know that I am loved." John Merrick, "The Elephant Man"