So you actually thought that babies were delivered by storks? Until someone delivered the awful truth or you correctly deciphered the spray painted illustrations on the sides of an old abandoned swimming pool.
Some babies are delivered in the back of an old 1950 Chevrolet. This is true and I'm not making this up. Bud drove and Ruby sat next to him in the front. Two babies arrived at their new home in style in that Chevrolet. Here's how it happened.
Bud was a hopeless alcoholic. The babies in the backseat belonged to Bud. Ruby, you were not the Mommy. You were just along for the ride. A very long 1,000 mile ride. Only you and Bud knew that the babies were on a one-way trip.
Ruby. you had a good heart. Perhaps you had a sad story of your own to tell. A three-year old can spot an imposter in about two seconds and Ruby, you were no imposter. You had compassion. At every gas station along the way, you herded the two babies into the public bathroom and cleaned them up as much as you could. You made them a bed as best you could in the backseat of the Chevrolet. You spoke with kindness. You were patient and soothing. You were in a tough place, on a long trip with a drunk and his two babies and you did your best.
Ruby. You disappeared from the babies lives forever after you helped deposit them in what would become their home. I have never forgotten you, Ruby. Whenever I think of the color red, I think of you, Ruby. Whatever your life was like, however it may have ended, for a few days in 1953, you shepherded and sheltered two bewildered, abused babies to safety. You were the best stork ever.
Thank you, beautiful Ruby.
Love,
One of your babies.
Some babies are delivered in the back of an old 1950 Chevrolet. This is true and I'm not making this up. Bud drove and Ruby sat next to him in the front. Two babies arrived at their new home in style in that Chevrolet. Here's how it happened.
Bud was a hopeless alcoholic. The babies in the backseat belonged to Bud. Ruby, you were not the Mommy. You were just along for the ride. A very long 1,000 mile ride. Only you and Bud knew that the babies were on a one-way trip.
Ruby. you had a good heart. Perhaps you had a sad story of your own to tell. A three-year old can spot an imposter in about two seconds and Ruby, you were no imposter. You had compassion. At every gas station along the way, you herded the two babies into the public bathroom and cleaned them up as much as you could. You made them a bed as best you could in the backseat of the Chevrolet. You spoke with kindness. You were patient and soothing. You were in a tough place, on a long trip with a drunk and his two babies and you did your best.
Ruby. You disappeared from the babies lives forever after you helped deposit them in what would become their home. I have never forgotten you, Ruby. Whenever I think of the color red, I think of you, Ruby. Whatever your life was like, however it may have ended, for a few days in 1953, you shepherded and sheltered two bewildered, abused babies to safety. You were the best stork ever.
Thank you, beautiful Ruby.
Love,
One of your babies.
What a touching, shocking story. Aside from the reality of it, the way it's written is so effective, in the same way being punched in the stomach is effective. Whew! Bless Ruby, wherever she is.
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