healed

I'm straddling a big fallen power pole on the playground at my new school. Dr. A is ministering to me with a questionable surgical implement. Dr. G approaches, a white plastic lace in his hands, the kind you make boondoggle keychains with. While Dr. A performs another procedure on my person, Dr. G tenderly winds that plastic lace around my neck.

"This is the Cord of Major Confidence." His bedside manner is impeccable. He gazes at me with sky blue eyes. We breathe in, breathe out.

He releases me.

"There," he says. "You've got your confidence back."

Thank you.