Lips formed (help) but only a scream screeched out. 911. God, somebody, now. WTF. DO IT! Utensils dropped. Silence. No, God. The other restaurant patrons must have thought me wacky, I was shaking my head, a furious cautious plea. No no no no no, I said. They told me it was okay. Or that it would be. Not if it's a repeat, no. No. A best friend on the cusp of abundant passionate adventurous life. No. Not her. Take me... You can't... Please don't.
An EMT-trained Asian guy happened to be dining there. Helped restore order and a delicate calm before the emergency responders arrived. It's only been a short breath of air... And, recalling that year's devastation, I can't get whirled under. Too soon. Not again. Not yet. No.
Return, O my soul, to your rest;
for the LORD has dealt bountifully with you.
He restores your soul.
If you lie down, you will not be afraid;
when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.
For you have delivered my soul from death,
my eyes from tears,
my feet from stumbling;
You gave a wide place for my steps under me,
and my feet did not slip.
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