Any Mission Is
by Igor Kluev
Sylvester Stallone easily held a huge machine gun
in his hands. He fired one-hundred rounds per
minute, each bullet hitting the target.
retiree. Two weeks ago I recalled this move as
having been energetic and brave. I wanted to be
that way too. While sitting in a doctor's office,
I saw an attractive woman seated in a chair by
somewhat younger than me and was already in a
waiting room when I came in. Did she come here to
visit a cardiologist, like me? Or, was it the
orthopedist, as this was the waiting room for two
If she was
there to visit the cardiologist, we would have
more in common and I could easily start a
conversation with her. I would say, "Hi! You
look nice. How was your blood pressure this
And she would
answer, "It was good. My doctor prescribed a
very effective medicine. What about you? What
pills are you taking?"
I would ask
her to have lunch with me. We would go out to a
restaurant. We would have one or two glasses of
red wine. Should it be one or two? I need to ask
my cardiologist. I'd take her to a hotel. I hope
she wouldn't expect me to be like the energetic
Rambo firing bullets, round after round.
she was there to visit an orthopedist? Well, I
couldn't see any crutches near her. That was a
relief. But, after her visit, the doctor could
prescribe them. Would that be so bad? If she was
not able to walk on the boardwalk or line dance,
that would be all the better for me. I hate those
activities. Instead we would drive, not walk to a
restaurant and would partake of one or two
glasses of red wine. Should it be two or one? I
need to ask my cardiologist."
door to the cardiologist's office opened. A man,
approximately my age, walked out and headed
towards the lovely lady.
sorry to keep you waiting so long, but I have
great news. The doctor said that my heart has
improved tremendously. He is allowing me to go
out to a restaurant and drink some wine. He said
two glasses tops.
woman stood up quickly and moved towards him
smiling. She kissed him lightly on the cheek. It
was obvious she didn't need the attention of a
cardiologist or an orthopedist. They both left,
hand in hand.
emerged from the open door of the cardiologist's
office and looked directly at me, inviting me in.
But, I didn't have any questions left to ask.
After a quick
blood pressure check-up, the doctor said I needed
to spend the next several days in bed with no
wine or alcohol.
several days in bed and when I felt better went
to the library and took out the movie "Mission
Impossible." Any mission is possible!