At Saint Mercy Hospital the doctor whisked up the newborn, “Could it be!” Everybody in the room squealed. He held the newborn as high as he could. Everybody had to be sure. Could the news actually be this good, that a future, a wonderful future actually existed for the newborn? They had to be sure.
Since the blueprints were attached to the baby, the doctor gave the nod, “Yes,” to the friends and family, another Redburn had successfully entered the world ---healthy, and their dreams had come true! Their waiting to reassure could finally end, and “Sighs” were heard, followed with hugs and congratulating, “The child prodigy.” The celebrating could have gone on for three days.
And then the news got even better. The doctor apologized for not noticing this earlier, but the child was going to be double-jointed. “Yes, a future does indeed exist for another generation of the Redburn’s!” It was a day never to be forgotten. “He is so lucky, a model of genetics leading to a comfortable and illustrious life,” the doctor said as they left.
The days and then the months passed. After the cries from a baby turned to even more pronounced toddler cries they introduced him to his obvious future, with a curriculum all its own. With him being double-jointed everything came so easily. Those ‘so-called’ toddler fits almost never applied to the young Redburn. He was ---The Natural! He had all the necessary ingredients to be a Star! ---To touch and hold the all elusive …Glory!
The happy days touched each other, blending the years, with happy memories. When the child turned into an adolescent, in tune with his curriculum, his father and mother took him to Golden Gate Park. The young Redburn held both his mothers and fathers hand as they swung him, every Saturday and Sunday, to the park to learn about all the plants there. After just one week he began to speak the plant language, Latin, as he identified each and every plant, correctly pronouncing, “Ovate, Oborate, and Pinnate.”
The day he graduated high school his father handed him the correspondence course, and he began to study. It was supposed to take six months, but he completed the course in six days, with the results: Well-received! His whole life was ahead of him.
His application was accepted immediately. He’d start work next Monday, ‘maintaining’ Golden Gate Park. With the young Redburn being double-jointed he was able to pick-up twice the trash of a 'mere normal mortal', thus, colloquially, the young Redburn was simply known as ---Mr. Job security! -with a great future, and a title even: Filth-Picker!! ---just like the blueprints said!!!
The End
