It had started well enough. They drove for awhile and had a great time talking. Then they stopped. Steve’s dad said they had to visit an office building. “No problem,” Steve thought. How wrong he was. That’s where the trouble began.
They entered one of the offices. While Steve sat down, his dad talked to the receptionist. After a time their names were called, and they went into an inner office. There they waited and talked, until HE came in.
‘HE” was a very large man, who scared Steve from the minute he saw him. While Steve sat nervously the man talked to Steve’s dad. They made Steve lie down on his stomach on a table. Then the man took out a large needle and stabbed Steve in the back with it! Steve started to get up, but his father motioned him to stay put. Steve couldn’t believe it! How could his father bring him to be tortured?
Steve lay there in shock, numb from fear as a burning sensation spread out from the point of his wound. After a few minutes, The evil man took up another mean looking instrument and began to poke at Steve right where he had already stabbed him. In Steve’s shocked state, the fear hurt worse than the poking.
When the big man took out the knife, Steve got really scared. Steve didn’t care what his father said — he had to get out of there? But just as he was starting to get up, his father gripped him and held him down. What! How could his dad do this!
Steve wanted to be a man, but his fear and pain overcame him and he broke down and cried. As he sobbed, the awful man began cutting on Steve. Steve, overcome with intense pain and fear, tried his best to get away. But his dad and that man were too much for him. Steve just sobbed convulsively.
He couldn’t believe what was happening. What had he done? Why did his dad suddenly hate him so? What could inspire his dad to be so cruel? The pain of betrayal was almost as great as the pain he felt in his body.
After what seemed like an eternity, the man stopped cutting. Just when Steve thought it might be over, the man pulled out a needle and began poking him again. Steve was beyond crying by now. He just bit his tongue and it was all he could do to keep from screaming.
Finally the poking was finished. The man said a few words to Steve’ father and left the room. Steve glared at his father. “How could you do this to me?’ his eyes flashed. But in spite of his pain and fear and anger, the ordeal had exhausted Steve and he couldn’t hold his eyes open anymore. He fell asleep on the table.
Mr. Pearson looked at his son asleep. “I’m glad he’s finally asleep.” he thought. “At least he doesn’t have to feel the pain anymore. That was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life. I’m glad it’s over.”
He hated to see his son suffer. The angry glance just before Steve had fallen asleep had hurt him deeply. He had tried to explain. Several times he had sat down with little Stevie and tried to explain what was happening. But how do you explain birthmarks, and cancer possibilities to a three-year old? He knew his son would eventually understand, but how long would it take? He knew he had several weeks of relationship repair in front of him.
With a deep sigh, he picked up his little Stevie and carried the sleeping child in his arms out of the surgeon’s office.
3 comments:
Cool Story. Did you write it? Why'd you Post it? What do you want people to get from this?
Austin,
Thanks for thinking the story is cool. Yes, I wrote it. I wrote and posted it because it means a lot to me.
I don't want to say what I want people to get from it. I want them to read it and think about it for themselves.
There are some good stories on the internet. A lot of people ruin them by providing ten pages of explanation for a five page story. I hate that.
Jesus told stories and usually didn't explain them. When he did explain his explanations were brief. Why? Why not help us out?
What do you think the story means?
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