Friday, December 30, 2011

Beating the Odds

     “Well Roger, you’re a lucky man.” The doctor pulled the blood pressure strap off Roger’s arm. “Not many people walk away after being struck by lightning.”
     “I believe it,” said Roger, rubbing his arm.
     “I’d like to run a couple more tests, but I think we’ll be done soon.” The doctor reached for his clipboard. “I hope you learned your lesson about working on a ladder when you hear thunder.”
     “Sure did, doc.” Roger looked around to make sure no one else was within earshot, then leaned in close. “So, between you and me, what kind of super powers do you think I could expect from this?”
     The doctor lowered his glasses. “I beg your pardon?”
     “You know… super speed, mind reading, the ability to stop time—that would be a good one. In your professional opinion, what do you think I’ll get?”
     “Um… I’m sorry Roger, but you’re not going to ‘get’ anything. Lightning doesn't work that way.” The doctor scribbled a few notes and walked toward the door. “I’ll send the nurse to finish up. Remember, you’re lucky to be alive.”
     Roger’s mood sank. Suddenly, this whole project seemed like a complete waste of time.

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