A Deal With God: The Power of One

  A Deal With God

  The Power of One

  Michael Haden

  A Deal With God is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  PUBLISHED BY DENCO MEDIA

  Copyright 2011 Dean M. Polizzi

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN–10: 0984747400

  ISBN–13: 978–0–9847474–0–5

  DEDICATION

  This book is dedicated to all the young girls who overcame great obstacles to become great women.

  AcknowleDgments

  A very special thanks to God, my wife Doreen, Adam Camuti, Dean Hutchison, Tony Miller, Dr. Clark Hersey, Kelly Hersey, Dr. Gilbert, Donna Brazelton, and Jackie Logemann.

  A thank you so much to Mom and Dad, Haden, Jenna, and Alexandrea; Mike and Mary Morris. James Stauber, Emily Evans, Amy DeWitt, Edna Dunston, Suzanne Beauchaine, Marianne Screnock, Mr. Regan Upshaw, all of my in–laws and out–laws, The Rumores, The Arroyos, everyone at FC Tampa Soccer Club, M.A.D.D., and all friends and acquaintances that offered help, guidance, and inspiration along the way.

  Preface

  In 1976 Elton Johns’ lyricist Bernie Taupin wrote the chorus for a song on the Blue Moves album asking the question “If there’s a God in Heaven what’s He waiting for? If He can’t hear the children, then He must see the war, but it seems to me that He leads his lambs to the slaughter house not the Promised Land.”

  I always equated what you hear about God outside of the church and outside of the Bible to what you hear on the evening news. You basically hear about the bad things and rarely about the good just like you hear a lot of the bad things being blamed on God. Maybe the reason you don’t hear about the good things he does is because it’s part of the deal.

  CHAPTER 1

  REBECCAH SAMUELS

  Rebeccah Johnson met Leon Samuels her junior year when they were both in college. They were at a big party and were very much attracted to each other, which soon led to a steady dating relationship. One fateful summer night as the young couple celebrated Rebeccah’s 21st birthday, too much wine temporarily clouded their judgment. Three weeks later, a home pregnancy test confirmed what Rebeccah suspected; she was pregnant.

  Leon and Rebeccah were both Christians. So, not having the baby was never considered. However, as far as Rebeccah was concerned, the timing could not have been worse.

  Leon asked Rebeccah to marry him and the hastily arranged wedding went smoothly. But, in the remaining 7 months of her pregnancy she could only complete 30 of the 48 credit hours she needed to graduate. With 18 credit hours still required, Matthew was born. She vowed to finish college within the next couple of years. But, only 5 months after the birth of Matthew she was pregnant again with baby Mark.

  Rebeccah was from Macon Georgia. Leon was from Athens Georgia. When they married, they decided to move to the middle to Morrison Georgia. Leon could commute to the beverage distributorship that he drove a truck for in less than half an hour. Rebeccah could get to her parents house in 55 minutes.

  Due to their youth and Leon being relatively new at his job they could not qualify for the house Rebeccah liked in Morrison. Leon found a great deal on a house they could qualify for in neighboring Dothan, but Dothan never really grew on Rebeccah.

  Soon, Matthew started 1st grade and Mark started Kindergarten. Rebeccah re–enrolled in college. She decided to start with 9 credit hours – 3 classes worth 3 credit hours each. If she made good grades, she could go back for the spring semester and finish the last 9 hours and graduate.

  It was a solid plan. Unfortunately, college is easier when you’re single and without children.She received two passing grades which earned her 6 more credit hours. However, she had to drop the third class because it was a core class that was very difficult and time consuming. She was frustrated things were not going the way she wanted.

  Rebeccah finished the semester in December needing 12 more credit hours to graduate. That January, she signed up for two classes, both core. She hoped reducing her course load would make things easier. Then, lightning struck a third time. As she was gearing up for the new semester, she missed her period, found out she was pregnant, and struggled with the worst morning sickness of her three pregnancies.

  By the time she started feeling better and was able to focus on her class work and studies, she was far behind. If she dropped these two classes it would be nearly impossible to add them at a later date. She was running out of drop/adds and her grade point average was falling.

  Rebeccah was depressed and starting to resign herself to being a non–college graduate. She was heartbroken. Unfairly, she blamed Leon for her predicament. She hated being a “housewife.”

  On August 23rd, Luke was born. At first, she tried to make the best of the situation. Rebeccah occupied herself running the household. She paid the bills, made the domestic purchases, and handled all the decisions about the boys.

  She also started lashing out at Leon more and more. Leon didn’t understand why, but he didn’t complain. Rebeccah showed him less affection and attention than ever. She yelled at the boys frequently and habitually reminded Leon their house was too small, especially for five people.

  Unfortunately, having more dependants doesn’t raise your credit score.

  Rebeccah had grown to appreciate the peace and quiet she enjoyed during the day when Matthew and Mark were at school. Now, she felt she was back at square one with a baby demanding all her time. She became more depressed and her relationships with Leon, Matthew and Mark suffered.

  As Luke’s second birthday approached, Rebeccah became even more withdrawn. On weekends, she would take Leon’s truck to her parents’ home leaving the boys with Leon. Sometimes she would leave Saturday morning and not come home until Sunday night. Sunday mornings, Leon would carry Luke and walk the half mile to church with Matthew and Mark walking by his side. Still, Leon never grumbled.

  After about a month of this, Rebeccah’s parents told her to get her head together and start being a better wife and mother. She realized her mindset was not where it needed to be and she started putting things into perspective. She began cooking and cleaning for the boys like she used to. As her mood improved she was easier to get along with.

  Even though she felt she didn’t have the temperament or patience, Rebeccah was trying to become a more loving, nurturing mother. Things were slowly but surely improving in the Samuels’ household.

  Luke was almost three years old now. He was easier to care for compared to when he was an infant. He could entertain himself by playing with toys or watching TV. He could get his own snacks and took regular naps.

  Rebeccah was now thirty–two years old. She had been a very healthy child and a relatively healthy adult. But, on a hot August 21st night, she went to bed early and never woke up. She suffered a brain aneurysm in her sleep.

  It was a strange sensation. Rebeccah felt her body floating thru an immense tunnel and could see a brilliant yellow light in the distance. At first, she was drawn to the light. Then she had a premonition. It was a chilling vision about her son Mark.

  Mark was Rebeccah’s middle son who was now nine years old. But, in her vision she saw Mark as a teenager roaming the high school grounds with another boy shooting and killing classmates at random. Mark still had a gun in his hand when the policeman shot him.

  Rebeccah was horrified realizing her son’s tragic future. Overcome with emotion she collapsed to the tunnel’s floor. Motionless, she began to pray.

  Rebeccah was horrified, realizing her family’s tragic f
ate. She completely shut down. She remained on to the tunnels’ floor and did not move. No matter how strong the force was Rebeccah still did not move.

  God saw what had happened and it was a mistake. No one leaving this realm should have to see their family’s fate, especially a fate this terrible. God took mercy on Rebeccah. She did not deserve to be a tortured soul. God reached out to Rebeccah.

  “Rebeccah your life has ended and this will not be changed. But, if you will proceed to the light, I will send someone to watch over your family. And, what you saw in your vision will not happen. I need an immediate response if you desire my help.”

  Rebeccah, filled with gratitude, immediately agreed and entered the light.

  “Bring me Deana Murphy,” God demanded, “the young woman in the coma from Tampa.”

  CHAPTER 2

  DEANA MURPHY

  Deana Murphy is an extraordinary young woman. The first thirteen years of her life were absolutely horrific, sad and brutal. I cried the first time I wrote the beginning of this chapter because it was difficult to write the words to describe what Deana had to endure. Her resiliency is beyond belief.

  She was born August 22nd, 1987. Her biological father was never in her life. He left Deana’s mother before she was born. Jamie Murphy, Deana’s mom, moved forward the best she could with all of the challenges of being a single mother.

  In 1990, due to complications from an illness and not enough money for proper medical attention, Jamie passed away. Jamie’s parents had died years earlier and there were no suitable family members to care for Deana.

  Deana became a ward to the state of Florida. A family in Tampa with a biological 4 year old daughter provided foster care for Deana. Deana would soon celebrate her 3rd birthday. The household was middle class. In the beginning the mother and father were attentive and nurturing.

  Even though Deana had no surviving biological parents, she led a pretty normal life. She did very well in school and seemed to prosper in her foster home. Everything was fine and ordinary thru 5th grade.

  Tragically, in the summer before 6th grade, one of the worst things that could happen to a child took place. To this day no one really understands what drove Deana’s foster father to sexually assault her. In an effort to cover his crime, after he got Deana pregnant he forced her to have an abortion.

  The procedure went horribly wrong. The combination of an inept doctor and a rushed job left Deana with complications. Imagine being twelve years old and receiving the news that you’ll be sterile for life.

  The foster father was found out; his own wife turned him in. He was arrested and prosecuted by the State. He was sentenced to eight years in a tough Federal penitentiary. Three years into his sentence he got into an altercation with another prisoner. He was beaten and left to die on the cold prison cement floor. Child predators don’t do well in prison.

  Deana had been the lead witness and required to testify frequently. The court appearances physically made her sick to her stomach and depressed her. She spent her junior high school years in courtrooms with her school books desperately trying not to get behind. Her focus on her schoolwork was steadfast and helped keep her mind off the trial.

  Even in the midst of her tragedy God was working. A Tampa attorney, who wished to remain anonymous, heard about Deana. He was well off and a man of faith. He paid a very reputable Christian orphanage to take Deana in.

  Alfred and Myra Wilson had six boys with ages ranging from 4 to 11 at their foster home. There was an autistic ten year old girl named Tammy that the Wilsons were told would be almost impossible to place. The Wilsons were willing to foster parent the girl, but putting her in with six boys created a problem. The attorney brought Deana to the Wilsons and it was a good fit. They could foster Deana and Tammy by giving them their own room together and putting the boys together in other rooms.

  The orphanage was designed for two adults and eight children. Deana was almost thirteen and would be the oldest. She liked being the oldest because the Wilsons treated her like a young adult and not a child.

  The Wilsons almost felt guilty having Deana help cook, clean and assist with the younger children. But, they were both in their 60’s and having Deana was a blessing.

  While at the orphanage, Deana got to go to church on Wednesday nights and Sundays. This is when she first learned about Jesus; accepted Him as her Savior and was baptized. It was important to Deana to get her life back on the right track, especially with the beginning of high school approaching.

  Deana loved to play soccer. She did not have a true athlete’s body. She was only of average height, on the heavy side and not real fast. She was, however, smart, tenacious and an extremely hard worker.

  Her coaches stressed teamwork, discipline and the willingness to give extra effort. Even if you think you can’t, you can if you have faith.

  At first, the team was not very good. They lost a lot of games, sometimes badly. The coaches never got mad or yelled at the team. Instead, the coaches and girls arrived at practice earlier and stayed later. Their training was very intense.

  The coaches emphasized taking the initiative and being a catalyst. The coaches did not believe in star players. When one player took the lead by forcing a turnover or making a big play to set up a goal by giving extra effort, the other girls were expected to do the same.

  Instead of losing 5–1, the losses were becoming more like 4–3. As they learned to play better team defense the scores became 2–2 and 1–1. Teams that used to beat them badly now were struggling to beat them.

  The following season, all of the hard work started paying dividends. What used to be close losses were now ties and close victories. Eight wins, two losses and four ties earned a division championship. Winning a division championship earned them the opportunity to play for the State Championship.

  Properly named, the state championship tournament is called the “State Cup.” The top teams play against each other. When it’s down to the final sixteen teams it becomes a single elimination tournament.

  Deana’s Tampa team won its first four games and they were now in the final four. A fringe benefit for the girls was that the end of this tournament was played in Cocoa Beach. The girls enjoyed a nice little road trip. They knew they were long shots to win the championship, but just being there was exciting in its own right.

  The first game was against Southside. One of the players on Southside was the daughter of a popular professional football player. There was actually a member of the national media at the game.

  The Southside team was the fastest team in the tournament. Southside was a team that could easily beat you 7–0 if you did not bring your best effort. Southside scored within the first four minutes. They scored again before the half. Tampa was down 2–0 and it was an intense talk at halftime.

  The head coach told them they needed to play with even more heart and passion than they did in the first half. He led a prayer for the strength to dig down deep into their hearts. Every girl had to play to 100 percent of her potential.

  In the second half, Southside’s defense stole the ball from Tampa and chipped the ball high to their best midfielder. Deana played defensive midfield and had done a really nice job defending this girl so far. In the first half, the girl had tried to overpower Deana. At the time, Deana was almost 5’4, 155 pounds and solid as a rock. The Southside girl had been unsuccessful; Deana was too strong.

  Deana figured this time the girl would try something different. Deana was afraid of the girl going wide on her and beating Deana with her speed. So Deana spread her cleats wide to take that away. Deana wanted to bait and dare the girl to try to go thru Deana’s legs with the ball.

  Dribbling the soccer ball between an opponent’s legs is called a “meg.” It helps an offensive player get from point “A” to point “B” as quick as possible. But, you have to execute it correctly.

  Sure enough, the Southside player went for the “meg” and as she did Deana buckled her right leg making a literal bar out of it. T
his technique traps the ball to the defender as the dribbler runs past having lost possession.

  Eighteen girls on the field went the direction of the girl they thought had the ball. The Tampa left winger Meghan went the other way as did Deana with the ball. Deana had a clear path to the goal on the right side as she dribbled around a lone Southside defender. The Southside goalie now had to challenge Deana because Deana was raising her leg to shoot. Deana stared at the right post and the goalie dove that way.

  Instead of shooting, Deana passed the ball left. Meghan had stayed onside so she was in a trailing position. The pass was a bit out in front of Meghan but Deana had sold the fake so brilliantly, Meghan could have walked the ball into the goal. Meghan scored and the Southside lead was cut to 2–1.

  Tampa now had the momentum and felt they could beat Southside if they could somehow score the next goal. You could see how motivated Tampa was by the increased tempo of the game. There were no more smiles on any players’ faces, just serious and focused expressions. There were good shots by both teams and good saves by both goalies.

  One of the shots by Tampa was really hard and fast and the Southside goalie did not think she could catch the ball cleanly. She decided to punch the ball out into the field as hard as she could to clear the ball out of the defensive zone. The ball went past Tampa’s offense and Southside’s defense. The ball landed between the top of the eighteen yard box and the midfield line.

  Tampa’s smallest midfielder, Alexa, was also one of Tampa’s fastest players. She was the anchor on her high school track team. She sped to the ball, which was still bouncing. She got her foot up under the ball and kicked it as hard as she could. The ball whizzed rapidly past a Southside player’s ear. By the time the goalie tried to make a play on the ball it was already heading into the back of the net. Tampa 2, Southside 2.