Chug, chug, chug. Puff, puff, puff.

Code Blue, Code Red. Check-up, Check-out.

Breathe in, Breathe out, Fill charts. The many doctors rumbled over their floors of the hospital. They were a busy bunch of guys and gals, for they had such a heavy load to carry. Their carts were filled with many good stuff for all the sick boys and girls.

There were heart medicines – those to help the patients with clogged arteries.

There were eye medicines – those to help the patients who had cataracts.

There were social workers, and spiritual counselors, and nurses and therapists.

There was PPE for all of them to wear. Like gloves and masks and gowns and eye goggles

There were oxygen tanks, and ventilators. There were blood pressure cuffs and oxy-pulsemeters. There was triage, and there were stretchers.

And there were carts full of IV liquids and nutrients for every kind of ailment that any man or woman, girl or boy could have or want.

And there was the funniest clown you ever did see who trumped along together with the doctors.

The Big Doctors carried all these good things in their carts, on their way to the good little men and women on the other side of their doctors’ desks who were lying in their beds and were feeling very sick. The Big Doctors puffed along confidently.

Then, all of a sudden they stopped with a jerk. They simply could not go another inch. They tried and they tried but their cart of medicines would not move.

What were all those good little men and women (and boys and girls) on the other side of the doctors’ carts going to do without the wonderful prescriptions and special vaccines, and medicines that they needed so badly in order to get better?

“Here comes a shiny new medicine,” said the funny little clown who jumped out of the cart. “Let us see if that will help push the rest of us to the patients’ beds.”

So the clown went to scientists and virologists to get the new medicines out for the people.

But the scientists said, “We help you? We don’t have the power to help you. It will take lots of time for the FDA to approve the new medicines.”

And so, the cart of medicines were just stuck with no way to help the boys and girls. They felt very sad, because they could not help the many men and women who were suffering on the other side of the Doctor’s Desks.

Then the Clown called out,”Hey Vaccine Maker is coming. Can you help us?”

“Me?” said the Vaccine Maker. “I’m just a Slow-Poke scientist who takes months and months to get anything done. I can’t help you at this time. Come back to me in about a year and a half.”

Finally, finally they came to a small little medicine, that was shaped into the form of a prayer book.

The Clown shouted out to the prayer book, “Hey you! Can you help us? We need your help in getting to the other side of the doctors’ desk where all the good medicines are stockpiled.”

And the Prayer Book looked at the Clown and then looked at the children who really wanted their medicines.

And then the kind Prayer Book, sighed, “I’m so tired. I have worn and tattered and frayed pages. I must rest my weary pages. I cannot pull even so little a cart like yours of medicine over the hump to the other side of the desk. I can not. I can not. I can not.”

Everyone was ready to cry.

And suddenly the Prayer Book sprang up, and said, “You know what? I think I can. I think I can.

“You see, if everyone prays along with me, then with all our prayers, we can maybe pull the heavy load of medicines to the other side of the Doctors’ desks.”

And then she said, “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can….”
And slowly slowly she hitched herself to the doctors’ brains….where the doctors thought about things and came to a decision of how to help the many sick men and women on the other side of their views.

They tugged and they pulled…and slowly slowly one man after another began to get better…..

The Clown jumped (and Trumped) aboard the cart with all the medicines and everyone began to cheer and celebrate.

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can……

Until at last they reached the top of their health and all the men and women, and boys and girls were cured of their illnesses.

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(Copyright 2020, Miriam Hendeles, Bubbyjoysandoys)