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The Adventures of Stevie #42
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 12 in this story. It is Spring of year 2 of his special
school.
The Adventures of Stevie #42 "Gifts Beyond Measure, Part 2"
Dear Carlos,
After the Temple, we went shopping together. It was more like window
shopping, but we weren't looking to buy any windows. We just looked
into them. I felt better when we visited the sports store Mr. Johnson
owns. The pictures were still on the wall. I looked younger in them
than I remembered. He was happy to see me. I hugged him hello. I
introduced my friends to him. I made Jeremy hug him. When it was over,
Mr. Johnson looked like he had trouble waking up from a good dream. He
said softly, "Wow." I absolutely positively love it when Jeremy does
that to people. I love to bring love to people. I hugged pink-faced
Jeremy's arm to me and whispered to Mr. Johnson, "Keep that gift memory
in a special place, so you can bring it back whenever you need it, like
I do." He said "I will. Thank you." The he went into his office and
brought out a little girl to see us. She was very pretty, and about 5
years old. "Meet my granddaughter, Margie." I got down on one knee and
shook her hand, and said to her, "Hello Margie, I'm Stephen. I'm happy
to know you. Can we hug?" She wrapped her arms around me, and said
"Hello Stevie." I was thinking "Oh no, not that name again!" Then she
whispered in my ear, "I like you." That made it alright. Jeremy is the
best ever, but I'm not too bad at hugging, myself. I have a good
teacher, and lots of practice.
Margie dragged me back into the office to show me her dolls she had
with her. To be honest, I was more interested in the big safe I saw,
which wasn't there the last time I was in the office. It was about 4
feet tall and on wheels. It had fancy old fashioned paint on it, and it
was wide open. It had a dial combination lock, with a lever handle
opener. I recognized the model. Mr. Johnson saw me looking at it and
told me he just got it from an old jewelry store, and was going to have
a locksmith look at it, because it was so old nobody knew the
combination to open it if it closed. Margie was using it for a place to
keep her dolls in.
Mr. Johnson invited us, me, Jeremy, Zack, and Glena, to dinner with
him at the Japanese restaurant next door. He asked his clerk to mind
Margie for him. We went to eat. The girls wouldn't be home till much
later, and might sleep over at their friends house, so it was okay. I
like Japanese food very much. I wondered if they served live octopus. I
would love to see Jeremy's reaction to that. It's just as well they
didn't have it. You have to have an adult sized throat to eat them
live, or you choke to death, so I couldn't have it anyway. I helped
Jeremy learn to use chopsticks. We agreed for him it was a good way to
go on a diet he didn't need, so he used a fork. That way his food went
where it was supposed to.
I think you might guess what happened next. I should have known the
minute I went into the office to see her dolls. I'm supposed to be a
genius. I was STUPID. REALLY stupid. It was just as much a surprise to
me as it was to everybody else, when the clerk ran into the restaurant
to tell us Margie had accidentally locked herself in the safe. We all
rushed back to the store. The police came. They couldn't get a
qualified locksmith to come in time to save her. If the lock on the
safe was working, I could open it. I could get her out. I could save
her life. They wouldn't let me.
I told the police chief when he came, I could crack the safe. He
didn't believe me, and yelled at me to get out of his way. He wasn't
doing anything but walking back and forth, but it looked like that was
more important to him than saving a little girl. I told Mr. Johnson. He
was so upset and confused he didn't know what to think. Zack and Glena
didn't believe I could, either. Only Jeremy believed me. That's what
love is. Jeremy tried to make the police chief believe me, and tried to
give him a special card I kept in my wallet which had a phone number he
should call so he could know the truth about me, and he HIT Jeremy
across the mouth with the back of his hand and knocked him down! I went
icy cold and stiff. I pointed at Zack and Glena, and then at Jeremy on
the floor, to tell them to help him. They did.
I noticed a police who officer didn't like what the chief did. He had
very big callused knuckles on his hands, which told me he was an expert
in some fighting art, and he moved his body like a black belt holder
would. His nameplate on his shirt said "Chang." I was going to use him.
I didn't really know what I was doing. I was in what fighting experts
call no-mind. I was reacting from training and something else which was
deep inside me which knew what I could do, and should do. I made my
voice extra powerful and sharp and said to him, "Officer Chang! What is
your first name!" He answered "David," like he couldn't help himself. I
grabbed his vision with my hand and pointed it at the calendar on the
door across the room, and said in the same kind of voice I used before,
"Pick a date!" He said "13th." Everybody was looking at us now. I said
like an order to David, "Observe and report!" I still had the
chopsticks in my hands. I put one of them in my right hand, and spun
around two times, and used my arm like a whip, with some ki to help
make the chopstick fly away from my hand so fast and hard, it went
across the room and into the calendar on the not so lucky date he
announced, and halfway into the wooden door behind it. David's eyes
almost popped out of his head. He should work on his control.
David went to the police chief and said "Sir, you know what I can do.
He is better. I vouch for him. I believe he can do what he says. You
should listen to him. If you get in his way, he can kill you before you
can blink, and he might just do that anyway, for what you did to his
friend." While the Chief was getting ready to do something really mean,
David bent down and picked up my card. He looked it, and his eyes went
even bigger." He told the Chief, "You REALLY should look at this card,
or you won't have a job tomorrow." The Chief looked very angry, but
looked at the card. Then he want all white, and looked at me like I had
just grown tentacles and lobster claws, and ran to the phone and dialed
the number on it. I yelled to his back, "Tell whoever answers, 'Code
2', and explain the situation, and do what they tell you to do." He
did. Then he took Mr. Johnson aside and told him privately, "His father
can open the safe. He can't get here in time. His best student can do
it. Him." Then he pointed at me like I disgusted him. "We need to do
exactly as he says, to save your granddaughter. Do you understand?" Mr
Johnson was confused, but he nodded.
I took command. I went to David and told him, "What I might have to
do might stress my body beyond what it can normally do. I might need
more energy fast, or I could die when I'm finished. I need to have some
sugar ready. Send somebody to bring back for me some soft candy bars
and some orange juice, in case my blood sugar drops too low. Bring that
to me in the office, after I give you the rest of my instructions. I
need absolute quiet to hear the lock mechanism. If that quiet is
disturbed, I will have to start all over. That will take time we don't
need to waste. There will be nobody in the office with me but Jeremy,
and you when you return. Everybody else will move as far away from the
office door as possible, or go outside the store. Tell somebody you
trust, to control that situation. Anybody who won't follow your orders
about this, isn't worth the life of this child. One more thing. Nobody
is to know anything about my involvement, or there will be SERIOUS
trouble. Got it?" He said "Yes sir!"
I took Jeremy inside the office with me, and closed the door. I told
him, "I want you to guard the door. Do not let anybody inside except
David in a few minutes. Then tell him quietly he will guard the door on
the inside. Then you will be next to me, so I can be calm and do this.
I need you. Do you understand? Will you do this?" He looked at me with
all his love, and said "Yes." I cleared the area around the safe, and
studied it. I spun the dial. It moved freely. Good. I put my ear next
to it, and moved the dial again. I could hear what I needed to hear. I
heard David come in, and Jeremy tell him what I said. Then Jeremy came
to my side. I could feel his love, and it calmed me. I knew what to do,
and turned the dial this way and that, listening to it, and learned the
correct combination. I opened the safe.
Jeremy lifted Margie out and placed her on the floor. She wasn't
breathing. I breathed into her mouth and nose. I pushed on her chest.
She still didn't breathe on her own. I listened to hear heart. Nothing.
I told Jeremy and David "I'm going to do something I never did before,
or she will die. It might kill me, but not doing it and knowing I
could, would kill me for sure. Be ready to feed me the sweets if I need
it. I might be too tired to do it myself. If it works, Jeremy take her
out her out first, then help me." I didn't look, but I knew Jeremy was
dripping tears, and David was tense and ready. I put my right hand on
her forehead, and my left hand on her chest over her heart. I opened my
third eye real wide, and saw her aura was about to go dark. I took a
deep breath and reached inside me and took all my energy and pushed it
into her. I could feel the focus stone helping me.
Margie breathed and woke up. She said "Hi, Stevie." Everything went
black.
I woke up when David tried to get me to drink the orange juice. It
went all over my shirt. I wanted to laugh at that, but couldn't make a
sound. I was so tired. All I wanted to do was sleep, but knew if I did,
I would die. I drank. I started to feel better. Jeremy came back from
the door he was guarding after he took Margie out, and switched places
with David. I couldn't lift my hands to eat the candy bars, so Jeremy
fed me little pieces at a time, still dripping tears. It was hard to
chew, but I was getting stronger. Soon I could hold the candy myself. I
could hear some people wanting to come in the office, but David
wouldn't let them. I knew I could trust him.
I hugged Jeremy real close, when I was strong enough to. Then I asked
him to bring David to me, and guard the door. He did. I told David to
bring in the Chief and Mr. Johnson, and my foster parents, Zack and
Glena. He did. I told them all, while I was still on the floor resting.
"What I did here has to be a secret. Even me being here when this
happened, needs to be a secret. If it isn't, some very bad things will
happen to good people. David, you might guess why. Chief, you should
know why now. Mr. Johnson, you can thank me best by keeping me out of
this. NO publicity. I don't need it or want it, and it would hurt me
and my family if it happened. Okay? Right now, I'm feeling really
tired. I need some rest now. Mr. Johnson, you should be with Margie."
He left to go to her.
I said "Chief, there is something you need to do," and I looked from
him to Jeremy. The Chief of Police looked like he didn't want to do it
in front of the other people. I nodded to make him. He shook Jeremy's
hand, and apologized for doubting him and hitting him. That wasn't
enough. I said to Jeremy, "Jeremy?" He knew what to do. He hugged the
Chief. The Chief opened up his eyes real wide, and said "Oh my God! I
didn't know. I'm terribly sorry! I should be shot!" I said "Not really.
Anyway, I don't like loud noises." By then I was already standing. I
smiled at them, and Jeremy smiled too. It was over, and we were not
enemies.
Before we all left the store, I asked David if he knew Sensei Ninja
and Tommy. He was surprised, and said he did. I said I would tell them
how good he was in helping save Margie. I'm glad David is a new friend.
I think he might like it a little, too, after Jeremy hugged him. Then I
announced loudly, holding up the single chopstick I had left, "I'm
hungry! We didn't finish supper. Anybody have another chopstick? I
think I ruined the other one." We all laughed.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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