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A True
Story – Sort of
I must have sat in the pre birth station for a long time.
It was massive. As far as you could see, there was nothing
but seats with little TV screens. Each seat had a child in
wating. One of the other kids said it looked like a big train
station. Whatever that meant. I haven’t the foggiest idea
what a train is.
Like all the other children, I just sat there, forever it
seems, watching my new parents on my screen. Well, I hoped
they would be my new parents. They were a beautiful couple.
I watched them grow up, go to school and get married. I listened
in as they talked about having children. ME!
But as time passed, nothing happened.
Some of the supervisors came by and asked if I wanted to be
reassigned to a different couple. But I loved my mom and dad.
So I sat there watching the screen, praying for something
to happen.
Then one day my parents decided to go visit a “Baby Doctor”.
He tested both mom and dad. He then guaranteed that for $1400
per month he would get them a baby.
Things were looking up.
So mom took the medications for month after month. She used
little glass sticks to tell her when she was hot. Then she
and dad kissed a lot.
But, still, nothing happened.
So they went to another doctor and he said that for $2000
a month he would get her pregnant.
Three more doctors couldn’t do anything. The last one said
something about “Poly Cystic Ovaries.” Whatever that means.
Mom cried a lot after that.
My grandmother worked for someone that did business with a
man who made people healthier by working on their homes. Didn’t
use pills or shots. He didn’t even touch people. Just touched
their homes.
So they called him.
He told them how certain things in the home interfered with
mom’s body. They talked about cleaning products, and wall
paper, and sofas. He said the body can’t work right if the
body is polluted by stuff in the house.
He kept using the term “Environmental Estrogens”. He said
these estrogens interfered with the estrogens that were in
her body already. I didn’t understand. Mom did.
He found out that their biggest environmental estrogen came
from mold in their basement. Some kind of water leak, he said.
He told them, “If you can’t drink it, don’t spray it.” That
was the Rule of Thumb when buying cleaning products or having
someone work with your home’s environment.
So they changed their cleaning products, did things all natural,
and cleaned out the mold in their home. They got all the doctor’s
medicines and chemicals out of mom’s body. The people who
cleaned out the mold were willing to drink their mold removal
material in front of my parents. They said it tasted horrible
but was perfectly safe.
They told my parents that most mold removing things did more
damage to the body than the mold.
Well, two months later, the supervisor came by my seat and
said “get ready.”
It was TIME!
My name is Heather. The doctors say I’m perfectly healthy.
I still remember that phrase, “If you can’t drink it, don’t
spray it.”
Happy Birthday!
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