CBC - Origins

Wendell "Bud" White  (by: B ©07/2005)

I was so tired and everything hurt. Maybe the doctors were right and it WAS too soon to travel such a long way by car. They had injected me with pain killers but they weren’t strong enough to last the whole way on that mogul field of a road. All I remember is that I drifted on and off, never really sleeping, but never fully awake either. Lynn stopped every now and then to look after me, give me something to drink. The doctors had shown her how to inject the medication when the pain got to be too much. But I refused to take them.

It was sunset when I stirred and my head felt oddly clear. “Hey mate,” said a familiar voice beside me, “Are you ready to come home?” I turned my head slowly to look into a face that was as familiar as the voice was.

I guess my face was a big question mark. “Hi Bud, my name’s Thorne, Terry Thorne. We’re Brothers and I’m here to take you home…” and then Terry started to tell his story about the 24 Brothers living all together in a village named Central with some beautiful girls (sheilas he always said) who would come to live there too, to love and be loved, to take care and be taken care of. It sounded too good to be true. And then, there was Lynn.

I closed my eyes for a long moment, then I looked from Terry to Lynn in the front, back to Terry.

“She’ll be apples, Bud,” Terry said.

Then the car bumped something on the road and I groaned in pain. Lynn asked, “Bud, are you ok?” She looked back and pulled over.

The car door opened. “Can you walk?” Terry didn’t wait for an answer but helped me out and led me to a big black car.

Before I got in the car I looked back to see Lynn kiss me, I could feel the kiss too; I watched her get back in the driver’s seat and saw myself waving through the back window.

“Let’s go, Thorne.” Somehow I wasn’t surprised to hear my voice.

On our way Thorne told me some more. Told me that there’s some things I’d have to learn. Using a computer and a cell phone – a phone you can take wherever you go.

It was not easy to get used to these things, but it wasn’t as difficult as I had expected. And with the help of the Brothers who already knew about it and the girls that came to join us just as Thorne had said, I got the hang of it quite fast.

It took some time until the memories of Lynn faded away. They never vanished completely, but eventually it didn’t hurt anymore to think of her.

Blame our Admin and her ‘Sisters’… (not that I’d complain.)