A Daughter’s Urgent Plea
By Tim Cameron
The elevator stopped at Betsy’s floor. As the doors opened, she made her way to her cubicle inside the law firm. She paused to look outside to take in another breathtaking view of the city. This was just another typical weekday, just like any other EXCEPT Betsy couldn’t shake something from her mind.
“Dad… Dad…Dad…boy, I sure hope he’s all right,” she kept thinking. She couldn’t help but wonder why he was so heavy on her heart. Snapping back to reality, Betsy turned on her computer. She logged in and did her normal routine of opening up to a Christian website to fill her area with music. Next, she opened her email and proceeded to pull up all necessary desktop programs she would need for the day. Then she opened her Bible programs and read the verse for the day from 2 Corinthians 6.1:
“We then as workers together with Him also plead with you not to receive the grace of God in vain. For He says: In an acceptable time I have heard you, and in the day of salvation I have helped you. Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.”Being burdened more than ever, Betsy felt a tear trickle down her cheek as she lifted up a quick prayer, “Heavenly Father, please save my dad.”Betsy opened her email and hit the compose button: “Dear Dad.” Typing a letter that had been years in the making, she poured out her heart and pleaded with everything within her, for her dad to hear her heart and ask Jesus to come into his life. Finishing her closing plea, Betsy resolutely hit send. Then pausing for a minute, Betsy bowed her head again to pray.Suddenly a light flashed into her office area.
“BETSY LOOK, that plane, it’s headed right for us!” she heard her co-worker say.Across town, Harold had just finished his morning coffee. He sat down at the computer and pulled up his homepage. He noticed an email from his daughter, Betsy. Looking for his glasses to help him read, a jarring interruption came from the TV…“This is CNN breaking news, an airliner has just crashed into one of the World Trade Center Towers.”Harold froze as he watched the horrifying scene unfold. Glued to every word and every camera angle, he felt his heart beat faster. He began to breathe anxiously, “Oh Betsy! Please God, if you’re out there, please protect my daughter!”Racing to the wall and picking up the phone, he looked at his old scrabble scratch writing and began to dial her work number. There was no answer, only voice mail.Over and over Harold repeated the process. As he listened to the news, a deeper panic sat in. He again frantically dialed Betsy’s number and listened. All he could do was to listen. Helplessness and despair were becoming more and more his companions. Over the next few hours and into the early morning as emergency calls overwhelmed the phone lines, Harold got the news that he hoped he would never have to hear. Betsy didn’t make it.
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