My take on a Paul Harvey Story (438 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 0.14 on 10 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by OTW (View user info) at 2008-03-03 22:09:13 EST
Hello Americans, this is...Paul Harvey
In this country there is a term, a word we use, and when we use this word we speak with a sigh, because the word is not politically correct. It has many variations: capitulation, submission, acquiescence, quitting, failure. We are afraid, I believe, to admit we are not capable...always...of doing...everything. But fear not, because I have a story that, in some ways, eases the burden we impose on ourselves to be perfect.
Louisa May Drier, 47, had diabetes. For which, diligently, she took multiple medications. She lived in a small town house in a bucolic verdant oasis, surrounded on all sides by dusty roads, anemic prairie dogs, and the occasional solicitor offering health insurance...and...shiny brushes.
She lived alone, Miss Drier. Never married. No children. A spinster in all respects.
And so, to get her medications, she would travel once a month to the closest pharmacy, some 30 miles to the west, across a distance so lengthy it was equivalent to Dorothy Gale's Deadly Desert. She did it willingly, and always, with a smile on her face...Miss Drier. I'm afraid no one word could describe her. She required a dictionary of words. Mostly good. Some bad. Some inappropriate for the airways.
Miss Drier had no car. No tractor. No horse or strapping young lad to heft her on his shoulders. She would walk those 30 miles rain or shine, and once in snow when the weather became as strange as Miss Drier's stubborn persistence. She would get her insulin, her heart pills. And she would return. Tired. Sick. In a state worse than you or I could ever imagine. It would take days for her to recover. Sometimes a week. Yet she never complained.
Now our story takes a turn, for one day her big toe bothered her. Walking was hampered. It made her grimace. She walked to town..grimacing the whole way...to the hospital where she was diagnosed with diabetes many years before. A doctor, a fine young man, took one look at her leg and sighed. A sigh of resignation. He looked at her, smiled sadly and said, "Louisa we have to cut off your leg."
She didn't want to lose her leg. Didn't care what it would do to her. She left the hospital and sat on the curb trying to massage the blood back into the hopeless foot. She dropped her hands. Looked around. A cab approached from the distance. She whistled.
When it came near the license plate said fresh...and had dice in the mirror. If anything she could say that this cab was rare, but She thought "nah, forget it--yo home to bel-air!" She pulled up to da house about seven or eight. She yelled to the cabbie "yo homes, smell you later!"
She looked at her kingdom. She was finally there, to sit on her throne--dying from gangrene--as the fresh princess of bel-air
This is Paul Harvey, and that's the rest of the story.
User Reviews
Submitted by centaur (user info) at 2008-06-04 12:59:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
If you insit.
Submitted by BlazinBull (user info) at 2008-03-05 11:17:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Word.
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2008-03-04 17:36:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-03-04 12:57:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
a different take on a classic copy pasta.
Submitted by Off_The_Wagon (user info) at 2008-03-04 11:55:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Apparently, yes.
Submitted by Yozz (user info) at 2008-03-04 10:29:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Does this ever get old?
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-03-04 09:17:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-03-03 23:56:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
lol
Submitted by Off_The_Wagon (user info) at 2008-03-03 23:23:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Yes. I, too, had difficulty with the ending. I haven't been getting much sleep, you see.
And...good day.
Submitted by X54 (user info) at 2008-03-03 23:15:42 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
You got Harvey's voice down, but the ending sucked. Or maybe I just didn't get it.