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Wednesday, 5 o’clock, for most people in Jackson this time marks the end of a hard workday, but for me it was only halfway to what would lead to the longest day of my life. Eric, my husband, was going to meet me at the land where we were building our new house. I was driving to Mother’s to pick up our four-year old daughter, Ericka, as she was at that age, as she loved to help with everything. After picking Ericka up from Mother’s we drove off to "The Land" as we called it. Eric and I were one of four couples, all friends, who came together and bought around a hundred acres of undeveloped woods to build our homes. At this time we were in the process of building our new house. Halfway listening to Ericka’s stories about her day I began to doubt whether "The Land" is where God wanted us to stay. There had been two brush fires recently, both coming within twenty yards of the house. Was God telling us to move? I questioned this to a co-worker, but her reply was that God had His hand of protection upon us. If He didn’t then the house would’ve been consumed by the brush fires. As we turned into the gravel, driveway I could see Eric and Corey were there. Corey, our 11-year old son, was playing with a friend. Guess he needed a break, as we were at the house site daily for the past six months. This particular January evening - Eric, Ericka, and I were on the second floor doing our normal clean-up duties. Ericka decided to sweep with the wide push broom while Eric vacuumed the dust... his chore today as he did whichever Ericka decided not to do at that moment. I was about five feet away in the balcony area picking up scrap 2x4 remnants. As I bent over to grab another piece, I heard a "ping" echo below us, as the Shop Vac was not running. Fear gripped me as the only thought that noise could’ve been was a broom handle hitting the concrete slab twelve feet below. Call it a mom’s intuition. After rushing to the end of the balcony I saw Ericka... lying unconscious on the floor! Screaming, I flew down the stairs. As I turned the corner Eric was by her side. He vaulted over the balcony to help our baby. Several attempts were made to try and wake her, but nothing happened. Finally, she opened her eyes though they were both fixed in an upper left position. My thoughts were ‘this is the first sign of head trauma’! Her neck had no control, as a newborn. Fear mounted as I could not speak but grabbed Ericka from Eric and held her close to me. He ran to get the car as I rocked her in my arms. The ride to the hospital seemed like an eternity for us though it was only 20 miles away. Eric tried to call on the cell phone for an escort but it was almost nine p.m.; and they could not find us. He began asking Ericka all sorts of questions to check her mentality and awareness of the surroundings. She would recite her name and answer his questions with a "yes, ma’am" before quickly correcting herself with "I mean ‘yes sir’" in between her cries. At one point she asked Eric to sing "Jesus Loves Me". As he started I began crying harder. In between a line he broke down and Ericka finished it. Driving into the hospital’s parking lot Eric called 911 back to let them know we arrived (without the escort). continue on page 10 |
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From: Kanya Vashon McGhee Our building was needlessly torn down in 1980 and we have been "exiled" to Atlanta, GA where we have been attempting to awaken the many "Sleeping Giants". The New York Times covered our plight in several featured articles as did the New York Daily News, New York Post, the New Yorker magazine, LeMonde (Paris, France), Sekai Nippo (Japan), A/P-UPI and all the major TV and Radio networks. The full story can be viewed on The Tree of Life Website at: http://naturalusa.com/ads/treeoflife.html I am seeking to either enter into a partnership with other like-minded persons or find a position where my skills can be utilized. I would greatly appreciate your assistance and/or suggestions in this endeavor. We have truly discovered and demonstrated techniques which will save the taxpayers of America literally BILLIONS of $$$$ as well as put innercity youth on a positive path. Full references available upon request. Thank you, Let there be LIGHT!
Brother Kanya Vashon McGhee, CEO, Tree of Life Books & Wellness
Center, 1701 M.L.King Drive SW, Atlanta, GA 30314-2227 Phone/Fax: (404)
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