How A Good Doctor Went, "2" Number "1"

How A Good Doctor Went, "2" Number, "1"

Once upon a time in a huge metropolis called Danvill, Va., there lived a man named Fred Pepper. His main problem was controlling his anger. Yet he wanted to be a physician like his daddy, grandaddy, uncle, brothers and cousins were doctors. The reason was since his daddy was a condiment maker named Dr. Pepper, his nephew was a soft drink manufacturer named Dr. Pepper, his uncle was a real failure named Dr. Favorkian and his cousin was a neurologist named Dr. Franklin Norman Stine, in other words, “Dr. Frank N. Stine.” Unfortunately, he was lousy at following anybody’s footsteps. Even as a teenager he was unable to handle the tasks his relatives did. That meant he was a lousy hunter because he couldn’t follow in his family's “footsteps.” He didn’t have any urge to be a doctor since he didn’t know how to, “doct” anyone. In fact, people would come running to him because he had so many people in his family who were in the medical field they would say, “Doctor! Doctor! Give me the news! I’ve got a bad case of loving you!” Then they would all laugh at him. Fred would also laugh, but he didn’t get the punchline. The worst part about him was he got mad when people would point out to him that he could never be a doctor like his other family-members. In other words, he would frequently lose his “patience.” What upset him big-time was the fact that even his sister, who was a family practitioner, joined the U. S. Army then became a, “general” practitioner. That made Fred tern green with envy. When that happened, they’d send him to see his brother, who was a doctor, to “doct” his skin discolor-ation since green was not good. In fact, as Kermit The Frog would say, “It’s Not Easy Being Green.” Yet in spite of that, he never did have many, “green” pieces of paper with pictures of Ben Franklin on them. The other members of his family ended up with green pieces of paper with Woodrow Wilson on them, (because his picture is on the $10,000,00 bill, which is no longer in print today). Life was really hard for poor Dr. Stine, and, “poor” is the perfect adjective to describe his financial status. Another fact about him which bears mentioning is that his favorite author is Edger Alan Po who did his best writing when he was drunk. That’s a good name for him, “Edger Alen, ‘Poe.’ “ That's he was financially.

Most people didn’t approve of what Dr. Stein did his research. One of the main things he wanted to do was to find a cure for head-injury victims. That’s because every other doctor had told him damaged brain cells can never be repaired, but he loved a challenge. He had already found a cure for Aids, cancer, smallpox and even, "largepox." He’d even found a cure for the common cold. Yet when he offered to sell his solution, the smartest physicians on the entire planet couldn’t believe he’d done any of those things. If it is true that good guys finish last, it was the case with his circumstance. He wanted to make a mark in the world so badly, but the only kind of “mark” that he’d ever made was on his chalkboard. That’s why he had hired somebody to be his assistant. He hired a lady to clean his house. Her name was, "Broom"-hilda.

Dr. Stine had spent most of his time trying to find some kind of treatment for people who had t. b. is, (traumatic head injuries), because that’s also known as, “The Silent Epidemic.” It’s called that because so many people are suffering from them and there is no treatment that can be done which could cure any of it’s victims. Yet he had just run into one snag after the other. He also knew how life-changing they can be, all for the worst. His heart went out to all those people who didn’t deserve to have their brains damaged. He wanted to help them. How, he didn’t know.

That night while saying his evening prayers, it hit him, meaning the door to his office. That knocked him silly, causing him to almost go unconscious. The pain was tremendous, even though he knew the pain that came from that bump was nothing compared to the pain a t. B. i. suvivor experiences throughout the rest of their time spent on this planet until they either go Home, or go to an unspeakable place, but since he was a strong born-again, Spirit-filled, Holly-rolling, Christian believer, child of the King, who had started going to a Pentecostal Church where the people had told him about some Doctor Who was the greatest of all-time, he’d enjoyed learn- ing about the ways He operated because He was the best Physician of all-time. The Pastor there had told him how there was only one Guy Who could heal people from problems that were impossible to all doctors' reports, and since the doctor was an avid sports fan and loved basket- ball, mostly the Philadelphia 76ers, he became a real Dr. J. fan. That was great because he felt it would be, “cool” to be a, “fan.” Yet as he slept that night after work, he had a dream that an angel had touched him, giving him magical healing powers. Then people came from miles away to have him lay hands on them and pray that they’d be healed. When he awoke, he laughed saying to himself, “Wow! I wish that dream comes true!” but something inside of him egged him on to go check out what the thing he had dreamt about.

The first patient who came into his office that morning had been in a car accident. He was expecting the doctor to prescribe some kind of medicine which would help him. Instead, Dr. Pepper layed his hands on the man’s head and prayed for the power of that greatest Doctor of all time to do his stuff on him. With his hands on the man’s head, he felt some odd feeling of power flowing throwing through his fingers while they were working on that man’s head.

Suddenly the patient screamed a loud scream which scared the doctor. Then the man fell on the floor. Of course, Dr. Pepper’s first thought was, “Oh, great! I’ve killed a man in my office! That means my name is now, ‘Dr. Mudd!’ “

As he reached down to help the man up off of the floor, suddenly he let out a scream. That scared the doctor, but then he yelled, “Wow! I’m healed! Thank you, Doctor! Oh, thank you very much!” Then he embraced the startled doctor in a really love-filled bear-hug, and ran out of the office, laughing all the way. That caused other people to come in to ask what had happened to make that man behave so oddly. When Dr. P. laid his hands on the next person without even asking her what was wrong, she began shouting in ecstasy that he had healed her as well. That attracted other people in town who’d received bad reports from their doctors about their conditions. All of them left his office laughing and dancing all the way to their cars. That went on throughout that whole day. The next day when he went into work, there was no room on his schedule for any more patients because word had gotten around concerning the doctor who had magical healing powers. That made Dr. Pepper, “lose all the bitterness” that was in his heart. Later he won The Nobel Prize Award for his miraculous healing ability. Of course, he gave all the credit to the One Who had blessed him with that amazing ability. Since it was entirely the miraculous healing power of God Who actually healed every person, so he thanked Him before, and after each patient who came arrived.

After that, the good doctor’s name became exceptionally well-known, not just throughout all of Danville, but throughout the whole United States Of America. As his fame grew, victims of each kind of ailment known to man began pouring in. He even had to work on Sundays to keep from getting overbooked. Until then, the doctor's favorite thing to do was make candles using different scented waxes, but afterwards he got so busy he had to work Saturday and Sundays so he was really, as the medical terminology states, "work, ‘wick-ends.’ " It eventually reached the point where he never had any time off, but he enjoyed working and having people walk out of his office healed completely from whatever their problems were that it was a lot more fun than any activity he could do. Later he got to be known as The Greatest Doctor Of All Time, but he wouldn’t accept that role be-cause he knew Who'd given him that ability to heal people from any problem. Because of that, he was nominated as The Greatest Doctor The World Has Ever Known, but he wouldn’t accept that since he knew where he’d gotten that ability from. It seemed that, “Dr. J.” had really been doing his, “stuff,” and that meant more than what he would do to the basketball through the hoop. In fact, doing those things caused his smile to become so immense that Philadelphia, which is called The City Of Brotherly Love, quadrupled in size just from being able to live in a place which had that nickname. As Dr. Pepper’s fame spread from not just the entire United States, but the entire globe as well. Taht would also mean more potential patients for Dr. Pepper to, “doct” since that’s what he spent 5 years of his life in college so he could earn his b. S.. Life was really great.

The good doctor had many pitfalls he needed to overcome on his way to becoming the awe- some kind of doctor he wanted to ultimately wind up being since most people thought the only thing he would, "wind up” was an old clock or a toy for kids. That opened the dores for him to date women, but although they were, “sweet,” some were, “the pits.” He still had a longing to meet Ms. Right instead of Ms. “Write” whom all she wanted to do was compose the stories she could, usually from Reedsey. She's won several writing contests with her degree in, "thinkology."

Then one day after making several HouseCalls to treat many sick and injured people, he started to feel bad. Because most of his patients called in with illnesses such as colds, flus or simply aches and pains, he began to feel the same symptoms as some of those people. Since he was the best doctor in town, and the only one for many miles, he couldn’t afford to be sick himself. So many people kept calling in, pleading with him to come see them or their loved ones. He just couldn’t afford to be sick. He was always going to a place in town called Planet Fitness. There, he worked out on all the cardio machines they had in the place several times. Yet when he started to feel a little sick, he knew that his body was telling him to slow down. That was when he had to claim his wellness over his symptoms, but they kept getting worse. That was something new for him since he hadn’t been sick since being in his youth and his antibodies were not as strong. He was also a Pentecostal Church goer who read the Bible frequently and tried to make time to be in God’s House as often as possible to please Him.

Feeling bad was not something he'd felt since he was in the third grade, and that was when he was around so many sick people. That was also because the antibodies which were responsible for fighting off illnesses had been quite strong. Yet his symptoms were quite odd. They even baffled the pediatrician his mom took him to see. As it turned out, he had a really rare disease called noomercockal pneumonia which is so rare no treatment was known. His mom, who was a nurse, was baffled by it since she’d never heard of that disease. She tried every kind of treatment known to man for healing his body, but since no doctor had ever heard of that disease, they had no clue how to treat it. Even the old tried and true method of eating chicken soup didn’t work, rather it came back up, which made him feel worse than ever. Nobody knew any other treatments for the disease, so poor Dr. Pepper eventually lapsed into a coma. All the other doctors couldn’t afford to lose him since he was the greatest physician to ever walk the Earth, but he gets sick, nobody knows how to, “doct” the poor doctor back to health.

In desperation his family finally called on the only doctor who was left to call on, that was Dr. No. When he received the word, he was almost done with an epidermal chranioskophy which is some type of an extremely rare kind of brain surgery that had never been successfully attempted before. Now, other doctors had attempted it, but none of them had ever been successful at being able to save the patient and their brain from an awful fate. Still, the Doctor’s family were desperate, so they called upon him to fly down to where the great physician layed in bed, unresponsive to anybody. That guy had never performed such a major type of surgery on the patient, but since the patient was who needed to perform other life-saving surgeries, they had to revive him somehow. He was the people’s last hope towards saving the good doctor’s life.

However, by the time he was wheeled into the o. r., for his immediate type of surgery, he was clinically brain-dead. His heart had stopped 12 minutes ago and all of the brain specialists had shrugged their shoulders and left the o. r., having no faith of his recovery. Besides, even if they could revive him, which means a real, true myracle of bringing him back to life, they were told he’d never be as intelligent as he was before the goof-up happened. All of the good doctor’s friends and family were weeping with nobody to comfort them. They each had to face the reality that they would never hear the doctor’s voice again.

The funeral was extremely sollum. Even the pastor who performed his eulogy

was quite choked up and teary-eyed. He announced that even though the good doctor seldom succeeded in what he attempted to do for humanity, at least he’d given it the old college try which was more then any other had donw.

When the men had lit the flame to cremate his body, they were all grieving him.

Yet as they were about to dump him into the fire to make ashes, they were alarmed to hear some scratching on the inside of his casket. They quickly lifted the lid and there was the doctor, warn out from being in the box they had put him in, all ready to put him into the flames. Their jaws practically hit the ground.

“Gee!” said the doctor with an exhausted expression across his face, “Nobody told me about any bar be q! It looks like I am the bar be. Q! Good grief, guys!”

Whereas all the doctors who had pronounced him diseased were stunned, everybody else was jubilant. Their shouts of ecstasy could be heard several blocks away. The party that was put on for him was the biggest anybody had ever witnessed, even on television. Since everybody who was at the so-called, “funeral” which didn’t take place knew him either in person or at the absolute least, by reputation since he had done so many awesome things to help all the sick and injured people who were brought to him. Since he had been clinically dead for almost an hour before he was revived, the main topic of several of his surmans was about how it was in the Afterlife in Glory. After having such an awesome experience, his Church was so packed with people at every service, the people in charge were forced to move into a much larger building with more seats to accommodate all the people who flocked to hear what the Pastor said.

As the Church grew larger and larger every service, they had to move into a bigger building in order to accommodate all the members and visitors who would attend it every time the doors were opened. That in turn also made the entire city of Danville, Va. grow because so many people wanted to come hear what the dude had to say. Because of that, the city was finally placed on the map and made big enough so that anybody who looked at it recognised where it was.

Anyway, as the best-written children’s stories of all-time will officially finish up with, “THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVEr AFTER!!!!”

Please call me sometime, or call me, “Cuz.” Praise god for that great invent- er, Alexander Graham Bellsky who was the first, “telephone-’Pole.’ “ My mom loves me to call her because she likes to har her, “son-dial” that number. My mom loves for me to call her since she really does enjoy hearing her, “son-dial” the right number. Also keep in mind that the best ways to spread news across the entire planet are by simply by telephone, telegraph and, “tell-a-woman.” Anyway, please call me sometime, or call me, “Cuz.” I’m not proposing, but just give me a, “ring” when you have the time. My number is, 1-434-849-8268.