Gift Of A
Lifetime
by John Brooke
With horror
and distress we watched, mouths open, as the
ambulance with lights flashing, sirens blaring
screeched to stop in front of our rooming house.
It had come in a rush for the recently deceased
Horace Hartz, our tenant.
The paramedic
apologized for the commotion and explained that a
worthy recipient awaited the organ that Horace
had donated. He stood there jawing, as the
attendants wheeled Horace into the ambulance.
Quickly they jumped in and roared off as noisily
as they had arrived.
I wasn't able
to get a word in edgewise with that fast talking
paramedic. I tried to tell him about Horace but
he was too busy talking to hear.
He should have
read Horace’s Organ Donor Card more
carefully. I’d love see his face as he
discovered that Horace’s donated organ was
the same Mighty Wurlitzer that he had played in
the old Sheas Theater accompanying the silent
movies until he retired.
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