Second Blessing by John Northcutt Young
Mildred Stanford Hayes waits in her pew at the Damascus Southern Baptist Church for revival to begin, snorting silently and pondering to herself.
Life is a see-what-happens-next struggle. No one knows how it will be. There are no choices. You like to think you’re in control, but you’re not. It’s like you’re thrown into a big box after birth to bounce around until you’re all bruised up and worn-out. Death is the only escape. You hope it’s to something better, but you’re not sure what. Sometimes I even wonder and me with my Second Blessing. I don’t care if the streets of Heaven are gold or not as long as they’re clean and I don’t have to sweep them. One of the few joys of Mildred’s life was walking barefooted across a dirt-free floor.