Yesterday's Twists
Yesterday's Twists It started out in peace. At long last, I could take the time to pour out on a piece of paper and feel absorbed by the birds' polyphony outside my window. Then, a whiz hour of housework and I was off into the world of Bach's playful Coffee Cantata. I was even early for the bus and on time to help out with a tango course for people with motor issues. Almost everyone was feeling well and the positive mood carried out into the first exercises. That is, until one of the elderly gentlemen turned to stone. A strange sort of gray creeped into his skin and he stared straight ahead as if he were suddenly sucked into a dark world. He couldn't hear his wife's frantic calls nor respond to anyone. The spell was so strong he would have fallen rigidly to his right had the people near him not been ready to catch him. We were in a private hospital but it took twenty minutes for the paramedics to reach us. His wife tenderly kissed his forehead and told him she wo...