Now, Be Very Careful What You Wish For

Now, Be Very Careful What You Wish For

Once upon a time in a town called Danville, Va., there lived a doctor named Dr. Doctor. His original name would have been Dr. Keel, but he didn’t figure he would have a lot of people wanting to be treated by somebody who had that name. He was also, as some people called him, “eye candy.” In other words, he was a real knock-out just to look at him. He was a cross between Tom Cellick, John Waine, Richerd Simmens and Hulk Hogan all rolled into one. He was also a real certified genius who had a b. s., also a p. H. d.. Actually, that stood for, “bull, ‘stuff’ piled high and deep.” Sometimes potential female patients would come bursting into his office yelling, “Dr.! Dr.! Give me the news! I got a bad case of loving you!” Then they’d collapse on his couch and pour out their problems to him. That guy had lots of doctors in his family and he wanted to keep going with the family tree. Unfortunately, with him it happened to be, “a nut tree.” His grades weren’t high enough to be a physician. That was quite dis- heartening to him because it seemed that being a doctor was in his blood since his uncle was a brain surgeon named Dr. Frankenstein. His cousin was a podiatrist named Dr. Sholes. His cousin was a soda-maker named Dr. Pepper and his nephew was a brian surgeon named Dr. Franklin Norman Stine, except he didn’t get many patients because the sign on his office said, “Bran sergain, ‘Dr. Frank N. Stine.’ ” He yearned for the day when somebody would come running into his office yelling, “Dr.! Dr.! Give me the news! I got a bad case of loving you!” but unfortunately, he never got that honor. At least he had an easy name to remember. Not too many patients ever forgot it. Because of that, he was really an even-tempered kind of guy which was because he seldom lost his, “patience,” literally. That doctor was so intelligent that the second week he was practicing he found cures for head-injuries, Aids, muscle diseases, polio, small pox, Typhoid Fever, and muscular dystrophy. Each time he would find a cure for one of those so-called, “incurable things,” he would get another Nobel Prize Award. Some of the smartest people who ever walked on this planet whose i. qs. were all over 200, were offering him huge amounts of money, plus the fame for doing things that nobody else in history had ever been able to do, which is to find cures for all those horrible things that were plaguing so many innocent non-deserving victims. His fame quickly became known world-wide. He had to learn other languages so that he could share his findings with different doctors across the entire planet. As his fame grew, so did his finances. He was fast be- coming not only the world’s wealthiest man in history, but also the smartest man.

How was he able to find cures for all those things? Well, he would pray and ask the great Physician to tell him some things that could be done to alleviate all those problems. After finding cures for those things, he even got a cure for the common cold. He truly was on top of the world at that particular point in time.

Dr. Doctor was so big into healing and staying healthy that when he turned 70, which was 5 years after the time he should have retired from his job, he was enjoying just doing those kinds of things that helped improve and lengthen so many people’s lives, he wouldn’t even accept any kind of reward for it. Because he was such a strong Christian, he told the people he didn’t want any kind of mula since he claimed if he accepted some award, it would take away from the great blessing he would receive from the best Doctor of all-time when he went up to see them the day his time on Earth was over with. He was also voted the most successful man in the history of the planet. That made him high, although the only thing he wanted was to improve people’s lives, which meant when they saw him, they’d always say, “Hie,” which is what he always made every patient who entered into his office walk out feeling that way, none ever left there low.

People from far and near were coming to him and bringing whatever their ailments were for him to cure whatever was ailing them at the time. It was quickly making him become the greatest doctor in history, although he wouldn’t accept that hone since he knew Who the greatest Doctor of all-time was. That was his best Friend whom always sticketh like him closer than a brother.

Then one day after treating and healing all those sick people, he started feeling sickly himself. That was a new experience for him since he hadn’t been sick since way back when he was in the 5th grade. When his co-workers asked to take his temperature he said, “No thanks, I need it more than you do.” Yet when the thermometer was stuck under his tongue, it broke. That meant his fever was so incredibly high it burst the darn thing. That meant he was definitely

sick. Later he began showing signs of symptoms none of the other doctors could even begin to diagnose. Dr. Doctor called it, “The Hockafloocums,” which is another way of saying he felt lousy, but he was the best physician in town. Nobody knew any more than he did about how to cure patients of all their infirmities, but he couldn’t heal himself, neither could any other doctors do it.

Finally he had a cardiac arrest. His heart stopped beating and all the heart specialists tried desperately to revive him, but it was no use. After having no heartbeat for nearly 10 minutes, they gave up and covered the doctor with a white sheet, signifying that he was gone. That was cause for much weeping amongst many people, not only his friends and family but from all of his fellow physicians as well. He had found cures for many illnesses that no other doctor could do, but now there was nothing anybody could do except mourn his loss.

As the men put his lifeless body into that old oven to cremate it, his son told everybody how much he hated being hot, saying “You can always put on more clothes, but you can just take off so much without getting arrested.” Because of that, they decided to just bury him since his family was quite well taken care of in the financial department. The Pastor from his Church volunteered to give his eulogy since he was quite close to him. There wasn’t a dry eye anywhere.

Then something supernatural happened, while they were lowering his body into the grave, somebody yelled, “Hay! Wait a minute! Stop! I hear something!”

Then they stopped like the man said, but they heard nothing. As they started lowering his body into the grave again, somebody else yelled, “Hay! Stop! I hear it too! There’s something alive in that box! Open it! Now, he ain’t dead yet!”

As they quickly opened the casket, everybody was absolutely mortified to see that the doctor wasn’t dead yet! They were just about to dispose of a dead body that wasn’t quite dead enough to do that to. As the men pulled the huge nails out of the casket, frantically working as quickly as possible since there was an alive body inside of it, they eventually opened it. That’s when the doctor sat up and said with a smile, “Well, it’s about time you guys let me out of there! It was so stuffy in there I couldn’t breathe! Every dead person should be able to breathe!” But how? He had been declared legally dead for several hours, but there he was! The pall bearers were shouting words, but they didn’t know what to say and so they commenced to talking in tongues for the first time. That was odd, especially since they were all Methodists and Presbyterians, who knew nothing about the gifts of the Spirit, but they were all doing it. Those who were not doing it were able to interpret everything he said in understandable English.

Every pastor, Munk, preacher, Father, bishop and deacon could understand what he was saying, although they couldn’t do it themselves because nobody had laid their hands on them and prayed that they would receive that gift of being able to interpret what anybody was saying in the Spirit. At any rate, all those who were sick or injured around the big circle of people who were healed.

When the shock had worn off, all the sick and injured victims around the doctor began singing a medley of upbeat Pentecostal songs while other people danced like David did, since that’s how he praised Jesus. Different onlookers danced so much they lost weight. Yet, there was no doubt about it, one fact remained, and that was the dude people looked up to so frequently to ask him to lay hands on them and agree in prayer about what their needs were had been resurrected by the power of God working through one of His anointed children.

Starting from the very next service there, the Church was so packed with people that they had to add on another few wings to fulfill the needs of every member who attended that Church which had a need of some kind and needed to be discovered somehow. In time many more people came flocking into the Church with their hands who were not only able to be raised for prayer, but was completely healed from all of their afflictions. That was terrific, that’s especially considering the fact that only the Great Physician can heal people today who have such so-called, “unhealable” problems, and since He performed so many miracles and healed all those people back then, He’s still the same yesterday and today and forever. Call on Him when your doctor is not able to, “doct” you well. Also, “well” is a deep subject, especially for somebody who has such a shallow mind like mine. At any rate, like every well-written children’s story will officially finish up with, “THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!!”

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By, Cuz Roye, ….1-434-849-8268.