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|Title:||The Lost Race|
|Abstract:||It was raining. Rose Williams was sitting in her bedroom, the French windows showing the beautiful scene outside. However, nothing seemed good to her today; everything was so dull, so meaningless. She had just returned home after giving her mother a tearful farewell. Her mother, whom she loved so much, was dead; the thought stung her. Now she was orphaned, alone. She looked outside the window, the raindrops falling, taking her pain away every second. She could think clearly now. She cursed the wounds on her mother’s body that had oozed so much blood after the car accident. She opened the window and a sudden gust of wind washed her face. Then out of the blue, like a thunderbolt striking a tree, the idea came to her mind. Even though she was just a 17-year-old teenager, she found her life’s aim that evening. As she heard the clouds roar, she decided that her life will now be dedicated to create a boon that won’t let a human being die helplessly, lying in a pool of his own blood. Her ambition was promising but a lot was to be learned. She was sure that her mother’s little fortune would help her to fuel her dream. That was the easy part; at least she was financially secure. Now, all she had to do was to find the right people to guide her.|
|Appears in Collections:||SR Vol.47(01) [January 2010]|
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