My Birthday
by Roy P.
Hendrickson
My birthday
was on June 20, 1947 and I remember that day so
well, there I stood a little naked red headed boy,
cold, wet, and crying my eyes out. Not just wet
but with a slimy mucous all over my little pink
body, in my eyes, in my ears, up my nose, on my
hair and all over my little body. It was
absolutely terrible and it was… it was my
Birthday!
There was
in that same room a man in a white coat and he
picked me up by my feet and smacked me. I couldn’t
run from him he had me by both feet and I was
totally at his mercy.
Then a
lovely nurse ran to my rescue and grabbed me from
that horrible man
Oh how I
loved that nurse! She took me away from him
carried me to a warm bath and bathed me then she
dried me with a nice soft warm towel and rapped
me snugly in a wonderful warm blanket.
Oh how I
loved that nurse! I never wanted to leave her.
She weighed me, measured me, and put some kind of
drops in my eyes, she cared for me so much and I
was so glad she had rescued me from that awful
man in the white coat.
Oh how I
loved that nurse!
After she
had so lovingly cared for me, she took me over to
my mother, but I didn’t want to leave her,
or rather I didn’t want her to leave me, but
my mother fed me and soon my eyes were heavy and
I was falling asleep and I forgot about that
lovely nurse.
A couple of
days later I went home with my mother where she
continued to feed me for many, many years to come.
Until one
day I met a girl who took me home and fed me,
well we got married and I never did go back home
to mom, except for visits from time to time. I
think that was due to the fact that that girl fed
me for many, many years after that.
Oh yes,
that nurse: I don’t even remember who she
was, or what she looked like or anything else
about her.
I guess men
are like animals, keep feeding them and they will
keep hanging around forever.
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