"Whissper"-wind dreams! Amen! (Part 1 of "many"?)

 A Plethora of---“Whisper”-wind…Satiated-spirit “Peace”-dreams!

 

Magic-unicorn, wings-spread, ears perked & attentive, eyes alert, muscles-taut awaits ready, willing, and able for another Fantasy adventure. And, “me”?---Bring-it!...Off we go! Amen!

 

Blessed! Exceedingly!-so!---I know it!...Am Appreciative! & Thankful! Amen!

 

“Man” is created in the image and likeness of God! Genesis 1: 26 – 27

 

Praise! Honor! & Glory!---Return God’s Love!...Appreciate! & Gratitude!

 

A personal history of a Rebel! Rascal! Rapscallion! Rogue! Comfort-effort!

 

So? Let the ‘tale” initiate! Amen!

 

At yonder tender-age of ‘3’: Pneumonia! An evil scourge for one so young and “innocent” it seemed. I can vaguely recall the awful vent, the memory enforced by Mom’s telling-of-the-tale some years after-the-fact, descriptive in detail to etch the occurrence into a memory-lexicon of easy-recall depth, a “Good”-memory very often proving to be positive assets.

The tidy-venue is an “old”-fashioned (now, antique) baby bed of wood construction in a corner of a large bedroom with the “baby” (me) confined by a spindle-slatted “bar” sliding gate too prevent “baby” from either falling out and getting hurt or, more, pragmatic, to keep the infant from becoming an “unwanted” escapee from the “cell”!? A light-blue blanket draped the top.

The story goes that I managed to become infected with the “Disease-of-the-day”, namely, Pneumonia! For the 3^rd straight winter in a row. Wow! Was this an initial-omen to my “Luck”?

So, Dr. Beck comes calling mid-morning with his “cure” for the dreaded disease running rampant over the “child” population of the world---Magic-“penicillin”!...delivered by a jab from one sharp needle! Injury and Insult in one-fell-swoop to the “tender” backside quickly double-whammied by a vitriolic and menacing liquid putrid, yellow-colored medicine Terramycin!

That “cure” was worse than the evil pneumonia shot, it tasted like “swamp”-water with an attitude. Of course, “Dr.” Mom had a solution for everything “bad”! A white saltine cracker removed the horrible taste-of-the-cure.

She said that after the third or fourth visit by the good doctor I’d see him coming and roll over exposing my posterior so he could “injure” my Pride! and literally “Take-my-medicine”!

Mom allowed, and I “remember”, that I had a pronouncement about both the “state-of-affairs” 

of the world and, also, of my predicament when I concluded, “There ain’t nothin’ good in this old world!” Please! Bear in mind my tender age at the time. Hmm!? Some things never change!

Some 7-decades + later, I can still vividly remember that early (unsolicited) adventure! True!

(Part 2 Tomorrow)