Re: Teddy Stoddard/Stallard and Mrs. Thompson
You've probably by now come across a heartwarming story about a boy named Teddy Stoddard and his teacher Mrs. Thompson. You've probably also come across claims that it's true, the boy is a real person and a doctor who works in a hospital that has a ward named after him; and probably/possibly come across people saying it's untrue with links to
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"GERALD!"
Gerald Achariya Nuon Phary Putra Champun Sov Srey Kannarethka Vibol-Oudom continued, "When I came to, I pulled myself gingerly from the cold aluminum of the morgue sliding table, and fashioned myself a gown from the available tapestry from the staff lounge with the donuts. During my escape, I caught a reflection of myself in the window, and though I looked very pretty in the Cambodian-paisley print. It was then that I realized that I have always felt I was a woman trapped in a man's body."
"OH MY JACKRABBIT CHRIST!"
Gerald et. al continued, "I stole away to Johns Hopkins, where I was admitted as a special test case for sexual reassignment, and after three years of terror I became the woman you see before you. I felt whole again, and this was all the impetus I needed to travel back to Cambodia, where I have been working diligently for millennia bringing food and shelter and protecting the young from HSV and dysentery. I don't care so much whether they get it or not, one way or another, because of my autism, but it gave me a greater sense of purpose and meaning in life to focus on what I truly loved doing."
Lorelei could not longer contain herself, and lept from her chair, which toppled with a wrought-iron CLANG on the sidewalk as she ran to Gerald ad nau., and threw her arms around her. "My baby!" They held each other and wept for eight trillion years straight. After the last supernova in the extant universe, they parted and Lorelei held up the bejeweled, crusty bracelet with several rhinestones missing. "This belonged to Mrs. Thompson, to whom it'd been entrusted by a grieving Dr. Stoddard as a reminder of her kindness to him during his grieving of his lost mother, which eventually somehow ended up in the hands of Sir Thompson and theretofore in his lowly attic, after he had had his illicit transaction with you for 40 French Polynesian Francs, and followed you back to his home when the two of you eloped, where eventually i discovered it in my frenzied search for a colon relaxant, and kept it with me until such time that we could be together again."
"Momma, you taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know I could, nor did I care because of my autism, until I found the bracelet."
"No, my sweet Gerald Achariya Nuon Phary Putra Champun Sov Srey Kannarethka Vibol-Oudom; you have it all wrong. It was YOU who taught me these things. You taught me that HSV and dysentery and starving children in Cambodia and tourists visiting Bora Bora are not things to be feared, but to be experienced, and folded into the love of life and joy like everything else. That's what the bracelet always meant to me, and that's why I wanted it for you."
"Oh, momma," and they embraced once more.
"Oh my sweet child. Let's conquer the world and HSV and Cambodia together."
And with that they time-travelled back to the present day by removing anything of the current time period around them and dressing like normal citizens of early 21st century Cambodia, and then fell asleep and awoke in the present day, and they pursue their dreams and later took Lou Ferrigno out to ginseng tea.
Random acts of kindness, I think, they say smugly like you should know without us telling you?
Always remember…. thank the angels for Lou Ferrigno.
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