I told him where I was going, and he hurried me out, pointing to the door with the gun, but what he didn’t know was… that the gun was a figment of his imagination and Jim Boy was having another moment of delusional disconnect from the world of the living. Sure, he was holding a gun alright; one of Jim Boy junior’s toy guns… Since the accident, Jim Boy’s life had turned into a living hell. He was a kind and loving father of two, his wife, Maya, was a cheerful woman and a gifted cook. Their lives were perfect and the arrival of son, Jim Boy junior, and daughter, Jina Raye, gave meaning to their lives. Then the accident took it all away or so I and all their friends thought…
“When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened.” Winston Churchill
The accident occurred on a sunny fall morning as Jim Boy was driving to work. That morning, he had gotten up early, lifted some weights, ran a half mile on the treadmill and took a hot shower before nudging Maya, who was fast asleep in bed, to let her know he was feeling a bit odd and had a headache… “Take the day off and let you boss know you are sick…” she said. “No, I’ll be fine, they need me,” he replied. He got in his car and on the way to work had a brain aneurysm and crashed off the Taconic Parkway; first slamming his 2011 Acura MDX into the rocks, and then the metal dividers, and finally on soft grass near one of the exits. The car was totaled, Jim Boy was saved by the driver side airbag that inflated with such velocity it cracked his ribs but saved his life. The ambulance arrived quickly, and both the cops and paramedics agreed that someone up there was watching. The Taconic is a windy, narrow, downhill bitch of a drive with no shoulder, and not a place to lose control of a car or crash into anything. Jim Boy was very lucky.
“The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another.” James Matthew Barrie
Jim Boy’s recovery was slow and painful. He had to learn all his basic skills again and had lost some function on his right side. He walked with a limp, pulling his right leg slowly as he made his way from room to room. Jim Boy was determined to get his old life back and swore (something he did a lot of since the accident), he would regain his life and all his functions again. One of the residual problems he suffered from were moments of disconnect from reality. Whenever he started having these psychotic moments, Maya would call the doctor asking for help. Tests were run, specialists consulted, but no one could figure out why he was having these episodes. Sure, the accident played a part in his problems, ditto the brain aneurysm, but he would go from being okay and responding well to physical therapy and other medical therapies to utter madness… Maya was at her robe’s end.
“Live your life from your heart. Share from your heart. And your story will touch and heal people’s souls.” Melody Beattie
That fateful Sunday morning, Maya called me hysterical… “Jim Boy is threatening us, please come talk to him!” I rushed over; my heart in my mouth and a prayer on my lips. When he saw me, he started yelling about Nosy Parker neighbors who interfere in family matters. “I should tell Father Gabriel to speak about this at the pulpit. I’m sick of y’all!” He yelled. “Would you like me to get Father Gabriel?” I asked cautiously, I didn’t want to get him worked up, but maybe the good reverend could talk some sense into him. After all, Jim Boy and Maya were active members before the accident, and he had a good relationship with the reverend and many members of the congregation. He was an Elder in the Church of Saint Michael and this might help. He glared at me, went into the family room, came back into the dining room were we were gathered, and then next thing I knew, he was waving a gun at us. Maya gasped before realizing it was a toy gun. She looked at me and whispered, “Please don’t tell him it’s a toy…” I nodded.
“Listen Jim Boy, let me go get Father Gabriel, he can help,” I said, turning to Maya to get her approval too. “What, what, where the F@#&* are you going?” he muttered. I told him where I was going, and he hurried me out, pointing to the door with the gun, but what he didn’t know was… that Father Gabriel would save the day. He came and calmed Jim Boy down. He prayed with him and the family and blessed their home… Father Gabriel promised Jim Boy that moving forward, until he is fully recovered, a member of the congregation would stop by their home to pray with him every day. They did and, over time, Jim Boy found peace and calm inside; gradually making a full and miraculous recovery. Change happens … if we believe in miracles that manifest in many different ways. What are your thoughts? what stories would you share? Do you have a favorite one with a magical ending? Do share! Thank you. 🙂
This post was inspired by a prompt from WP Daily Post: Write a story by finishing this sentence… The story can be as long or short as you wish. I told him where I was going, and he hurried me out, pointing to the door with the gun, but what he didn’t know was…
Positive Motivation Tip: Our lives are about stories; real and invented stories… Live yours.
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