Proof The Bible Is True

I made it to my friend Jessie’s Christmas party minutes before midnight… just as everyone was leaving her house. Just my luck. Too late. I’d spent my entire night stuck at the hospital where I worked as a nurse. All thanks to a little voice inside me. “Take Candy’s shift,” it had said. Over and over again.

 

Candy was a new nurse on staff, a single mom. She’d asked me to cover for her on Christmas Eve so she could spend the time with her little girl. I felt bad for Candy, I really did. But every Christmas Eve, I went to Jessie’s house. Her party was the highlight of my holiday season. There was a gift exchange, carols and sugar cookies as far as the eye could see. I told Candy I couldn’t help her out. Afterwards, though, that little voice nagged me until I gave in.

 

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