Escape pt 3- resurrection Where am i? Am I dead? Have I crossed over to the land of my ancestors? The last thing I remember is the pressure around my neck as the rope tightened. I gasped as the air could no longer reach my chest. I saw my family as consciousness seeped away from my mind. A shock of pain and then… Nothing. PT.1 My eyes fluttered open, yet I could not see. I was in total darkness all around. I dared not call out, as I did not know where I was. A groan escaped my lips as I tried to move around. Ah, you’re awake. We wondered if we had reached you in time. Relax and rest. Your throat is bruised and you won’t be able to talk for a while. Here is some cool water. Drink slowly and rest. It hurt to swallow, but I did as the person said. Slowly I felt sleep overcome me. I welcomed it with open arms. PT 2 I awoke again to see a stern woman sitting next to me. Who are you? Where am I? I said in a rough voice. I rubbed my throat and felt the scar of the rope around my neck. The woman watched as I rubbed the scar around my neck. She finally said that is a reminder of how close you came to death. Remember it well she said, as she walked out of the room. Pt 3 I did not see the woman for a couple of day while I gathered my strength. My voice had become raspy, and I was told that it would never change. She handed me a scarf and said wear this if you wish for people not to stare. I looked around and asked where am i. you are at a station on the underground rail road. We help slaves to escape. At the look on my face she smiled and said there is no train, but there is a route. Who are you I asked as she turned left to leave the room. She turned and with a solemn look said, I am Harriet Tubman and I am your best hope of survival. To be continued… ©aa2014
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