Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Redemption Guru

When my wife started stalking the CEO of Vitro Inc., begging him to save our Baby Dream with his hand-of-god technologies, I had an aneurysm. There was white blinding snow atop a mystic ancient ice cap. I was pawing the surface in search of new-age tranquility.

And still I couldn’t stop her.

My desire for 10-toed pink perfection, my need to pass on my DNA, was as strong as hers. For the thousandth time since the start of our synchronized naked insemination schemes I chastised my brain, told it to think positive thoughts.

“Make sure you tell him about the abortion,” I reminded my wife.

She waved a backhand at me. I should know better than to bring that up, it said.

If only we’d birthed the Down’s foetus into a baby, my brain countered.

But of course she was right. The first pregnancy was easy. We couldn’t have known we were in for a famine of infertility.

Now, just as foretold by my aneurysm, here we are, mitten in mitten, feeling our way up the final peak to our last hope.

If this Redemption Guru is the quack I can’t stop thinking he is, we’ll summersault to our childish deaths, joining our Sherpa guide, who took his own life a trimester ago.

Look,” shouts my wife. “There he is!”

I’m snow-blinded. Gently sobbing, she guides my hand over his folded, up-slanting eyelids, over his protruding tongue and shortened arms, which hold a guitar. I can feel in our Guru's face the features of down’s syndrome.

He sings ‘Come Back, Baby,’ by the Ramones.


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Many writers are brave. They confront cold reality without a shudder. Borges, for example.
I am more cowardly.

Things like this happen in many a young family. Something like that happened in mine. But I'm incapable of writing about it.
Absolute power of words here to move ones thoughts from the comfort zone Ben...stunned at the strength of longing, desire and, regret here.
Ivan: there are things i'm afraid to writer about that i have experienced. but this one here is pure fiction, sparked in my imagination by a comment an american in paris once made to me.

TWM: thanks. i wasn't sure if it worked.
This was such a sad read. Good post though.

Good luck
very powerful..
and i'm glad it's fiction..
but the yearning is not fiction..
and i think it's becoming a reality based on visiting your other blog?
Fiction, damn you, you made me tear up.

That was really sad, and got to that anxious place, I've been there.
Got worried here for a moment...

This was great. I especially liked the Sherpa line. Excellent.
This is a short but incredibly captivating read leading to the emotional end bringing the reader to the brink of tears.This was a really powerful piece.
this is brilliant! I can't even describe the way that this touched me. It makes me wonder how it would touch someone who is experiencing a similar situation. It takes a brave person to venture to the other side of writing.
Thanks MD. sad songs say so much?

Foam: the pregnancy yes, fortunately not the other stuff. we're quite excited and have no plans on genetic screening.

Lynn: hopefully it was a good story then. maybe in a different way than I thought.

Toast: i had taken that sherpa thing out and then put it back in. thought it was worth the few words it took after all.

Thanks Kissa and NS for your kind comments.
it felt to real.... gosh. Thank god the end was saved by the ramones
Redemption guide. Interesting concept. I'd be curious to know what the guy in Paris said.
CD: the ramones make a great exclamation point.

XD: i believe it was something along the lines of how people spend all this time and money on self-help and wisdom, yet for him the greatest source of wisdom was the mentally challenged people with whom he volunteered.
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