The Worst Thing is the Best Thing

This is part fourteen of the continuing saga, The Last Grain of Sand. The previous chapters are available by clicking on the link at the end of this post. Enjoy!

Part 14: The Worst Thing is the Best Thing

John smiled as he read those last four words. He and Anna had discussed the unthinkable possibilities of what might happen should the evil powers of the world unite and institute what many referred to as, simply, “New World”. John and Anna had agreed it could possibly entail imprisonment, or death, of those—like them—who disagreed with such a concept.

John frowned, wondering why he’d been brought to this camp rather than killed. He was an outspoken opponent of the idea of a socialistic one world government, and had not been shy about the fact. On his blog and other social pages he’d been persistently vehement regarding his feelings about the concept. But if that was what this was, a total takeover of the world by a radical one world force, why wasn’t he killed? He had no special talents they might want to use—that he was aware of.

His mind returned to Anna, and the “I am not afraid” at the bottom of both of her letters. He and Anna both believed in God and had faith He was in charge. “I am not afraid” had been their mantra for the last several years. No matter what was going on, or how bad things appeared to be, they held on to their faith and continued to hope in God. It had become habit to say, “I am not afraid”, each time they parted; right after they said, “I love you.”

Dan grumbled and rolled onto his side, and John shoved the letter beneath the sheets just as the other man’s eyes fluttered open. Without a word, Dan swung his feet to the floor, stood, and walked out the door, no doubt heading for the latrine at the end of the hall. Barely a minute had passed when the door opened, and the young guard who’d “reflexively” introduced John to the butt of his rifle was standing there. Moving quickly, he entered the room and closed the door.

John stared, eyes wide, as Roy, speaking rapidly in almost a whisper, laid out the plans for the escape.

When he finished, Roy looked at John and asked, “Got it?”

John answered with a curt nod.

Roy said, “It’s not the best plan, but it’s all we’ve got. It’s risky, to say the least.”

Smiling, John said, “I am not afraid.”

A smile tilted on one corner of Roy’s mouth. “The worst that can happen is the best that can happen,” he said. He turned then, and was gone as suddenly as he’d arrived.

John stared at the door, Roy’s last statement replaying in his mind. He was pretty sure he knew exactly what the young guard meant by it, but was amazed he had used it. In any case, if the guard meant what John thought he meant by it, it was a good thing. He was smiling when the door opened and Dan re-entered the room. Dan scowled at him then lay on his cot and turned to face the wall.

Another thought came seeping into John’s mind; why me? Why had he, and apparently Anna, been singled out by a handful of guards to participate in an escape?

It was a mystery to him why he and Anna were not eliminated immediately, and why, now, they were being assisted by people they didn’t know. Another smile began to form on his face as an idea crept slowly into his thoughts. Roy’s words replayed; “The best that can happen is the worst that can happen.” It was something John and Anna had often said when talking about the possibility of a one world government—especially if it were instituted in a violent manner. They had agreed their faith would either protect them, and they would be used by God to help others, or they would die. And, since they believed in Jesus and had faith they would spend eternity with Him, the latter was not only not a bad thing, but the best thing. John had coined the phrase, “The worst that can happen is the best that can happen”, and Anna had added, “I am not afraid.” They used both phrases frequently.

John was smiling broadly, staring up at the ceiling; a sense of peace was settling over him. It was all starting to make sense now.

Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn

To read the previous chapters of this “novel in progress”, click on the title —> The Last Grain of Sand

10 Comments »

  1. Sherry Mashburn said

    The worst that can happen is the best that can happen. WOW!

  2. Raivenne said

    You know I am so using that line. It’s is perfect in so many ways. Happy Friday!!

    • Be my guest! I love it, and it can be used in so many different ways. Of course, I like my original take on it best.

  3. elizena said

    I have to say wow as well. WOW!! Loved it and I’m sitting here smiling thinking, “That line was shades of my daddy.” My daddy spent the last years of his life in agony and eventually went to heaven when his poor body just couldn’t take it anymore, but he smiled throughout the entire thing and as he left this world. I remember telling him, not once, but several times that I didn’t want him to hurt anymore, but that I didn’t want him to die either. He’d always say to me, “Mija (meaning little daughter), what’s the worst that can happen to me? I’ll continue to live here in pain, but I’ll still serve Jesus or I’ll die here and wake up in heaven and still serve Jesus and that’s the most wonderful thing that could happen to me.” I realized that to him it didn’t matter what he was going through, because as far as he was concerned if through it all he was serving Jesus, it was so worth it.
    This was another wonderful addition to one of the most amazing stories I’ve read in a long time. Now I’m sitting here wondering what’ll happen next. Hurry!! Just kidding. NOT! Be blessed.

    • Your daddy was a very smart man, Elizena. The line is not just one I put in a stroy, it is one I firmly believe. I am convinced there is no greater reward than to be with our Lord! I will remain on this earth doing the best I can to better know Him and serve Him, but I look forward to the day I will see Him face to face.
      I thank you again for your wonderful comments and your interest in this story. Most have apparently lost interest, and I was contemplating dropping it. It’s very hard to stay interested in writing a story when there are no readers. But, if I have an audience of one, so enthused as you, I will continue!

      • elizena said

        Please do continue! I look forward to each chapter and no sooner am I done reading that one, than my mind starts wondering what will happen next, will they ever discover what really happened? Was it the rupture, LOL!, or was something else responsible for the disappearance of people and animals alike? What could it be!?!??! I’m getting way too excited wondering what’ll happen next!!!

      • My plans are to continue, but I’m somewhat torn. My hesitation stems from the fact the book–should I complete it–will not see the light of day in the publishing world, and will therefore be written for the entertainment of myself and a few others who are enjoying it. Not that those few, and I are not important, I’m just being realistic about things. Sadly, it seems there are fewer and fewer readers these days; not many want to take the time to read a book–something that can take hours, even days–when they can sit in front of the TV and see program after program in much less time. So, we shall see.
        I do appreciate your encouragement and wonderful comments, Elizena.
        I hope you’re feeling better!

  4. terri0729 said

    Are you writing this in a book, Charlie? It’s gonna be a best seller! smiles, Terri

    • Yes, I am! I might need to get busy and get it done. 500-600 words a week won’t gitter done!
      Thanks for stopping by, Terri!

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