Cathy's Short Journey From Rags-To-Riches

Once upon a time in a huge metropolis called Danville, Va. there lived a middle-aged lady named Cathy. She had her own restaurant called Kathy's-Kitchen. Her boss told her the only job he had available was to have somebody who could buss tables since the last one had moved out of town. Since her boss was desperate for helpers, when she walked into his office and said, "Good afternoon, Sir. My name is Kathy. I've come to apply for the table-bussing position you have available open here."

Then the boss shouted, "Beautiful ! You're hired !" Yet he also needed somebody who could make coffee for the customers. Cathy's grandmother, named Ma-Ma was an avid coffee-drinker. Even back in the 70's when there was a severe drought in South America which was where most of the world's coffee beans were grown, she asked Ma-Ma, "If the cost of coffee keeps going up, are you going to stop drinking it ?" Yet Ma-Ma loved her java so much she'd punch the air with her right hand and shout, "There are a lot of things in this world we can do without, but coffee is not one of them !" In spite of the price tripling, she still continued to drink it every day. She had coffee for breakfast, coffee for lunch and Sanka or decaff for dinner. When she'd have guests over in the evening she'd ask what they wanted to drink so most of them would reply, "Sanka." Then she would say, "Your welcome. Now, what do you want to drink ?" That's not counting all the cups she would make during the day both for herself and anybody else who came to visit her. With the children, she would make Swiss Mocha, which is decaff mixed with hot chocolate. Even during the summer she would fix ice-coffee which sold just as well because she would always add her special extra ingredient to every cup, which was honey. Everybody adored the way she'd fix it.

Then tragedy struck. While she was running down the hall to get some honey for her extremely great-tasting drink, she slipped on some coffee that somebody had spilled in the floor and didn't report it, or clean it up. She slipped on that slick stuff and went crashing into the cart which was carrying several really heavy boxes of food on it's way to the refrigerator. She slammed into that cart, splintering both of her fibula bones and patellas. The doctor who put the casts on her broken bones told her she would definitely be unable to work for at least 3 months, depending on how quickly all those bones could mend, and it was highly possible that they would never be back like they were before the tragic, unfortunate accident occurred. That was really devastating news for the sweet woman who had been such an awesome athlete and was the hardest worker in that entire restaurant. Whenever she'd get caught up with her assigned chores, she'd walk around the whole place and ask the other workers if there was anything she could do to help them out, but it looked like those days were gone forever after the bad accident with her lower body.

She asked several doctors to do something which would somehow make her arms and legs heal faster, but that made them sad, knowing that no amount of anything they did would bring her healing of those bones which would never work again like they did.

She was so bored that she resorted to going through the yellow pages in her phone book and memorizing each of the numbers. Her neighbor said to her daddy, "Cathy has just reached a new level of boredom. Can't we get her anything productive that would help occupy her time more constructively ?" Yet they couldn't think of anything.

After her sons and daughters had gone to bed for the night, she pulled out a brush and some paint her friends had given her to mess around with till her legs had regained their strength, if they ever did. After holding a brush in her hand, trying to think of something to paint, the brush mysteriously began pulling her hand towards the paint. When she set the brush down, it stopped, then it started moving again towards the blue paint and magically it painted what looked like the sky. Then her hand was drawn towards the gold color and painted a sphere in the middle part of the upper part for the sun. That kept on happening for about 3 minutes. Before she knew it, there was a beautiful painting of the mountains, the sky, including the son, clouds, some animals, a colony of rabbits with 10 kits each, along with a brightly colored tree with a bird's nest which had some big squirls which were looking over their truffle in the nest. As she put the completed painting on the other table to dry, her hand got drawn back to the gold paint. The brushes did their own thing while she held her fingers around them. That time they painted a rainbow in the blue sky which included every color paint in the set. After 1 minute it was done. Then the paints did 8 more beautiful pictures of pretty, colorful things. When her son, Johney came to bring her dinner, there were 10 paintings in a stack on the table. When he asked where they came from, Cathy told him she'd painted them, but he didn't believe her. After he left the room, her hands continued painting some of the prettiest pictures ever. They were even better then Grandma Moses's works. Her other son, Bob found people who paid her $500.00 for each painting. She became an overnight success. That money was used to buy her family all kinds of expensive things. Life was going superbly for everybody concearned.

Then after the paint brushes painted the fireworks at Disney World, tragedy struck, she carried the paintings down to where her daughter sat. When she saw her coming with some more canvas in her hands, she'd began making cash register sounds like, "Che-ching !" Yet as she laughed and scurried down the steps, in her haste she slipped on the top step and rolled down the rest of them, braking all 20 of her phalanges. The doctor said she wouldn't paint again for the rest of her life. Depression set in again. She cried for over an hour straight because no words could comfort her awful feeling of despair.

Yet after her family went to bed, she saw the paint brushes come to life again. That time they came floating towards her face. She yelled, "I can't use my feet, or my arms ! Get away from me !" Yet the brushes continued coming towards her face. She yelled, "I said get away from me you stupid," but then the brush handle stuck in her mouth. That's when she remembered reading about Johnny, the girl who'd broken her back in the skiing accident, but painted with her teeth. As the canvas floated towards her t v tray where the paper was, she dipped her brush into the paint and then let her mouth do whatever it wanted to. As it turned out, all the paintings were not only better then the ones she did with her hands, but people flocked to the stores to buy them so quickly she had to hire an agent who got her some more paint, canvas, brushes and ideas for her to paint. She was paid more money then she ever thought was possible. Eventually, she became so wealthy that she bought Dell and I. B. M., which are the most popular computers which helped her to become even more wealthy than ever. With her daddy's help, she invested all of her earnings into the lowest stocks so they could only go up, which they did. She'd gone from a broke 8 year-old girl to the worlds first trillion are. She asked her daddy, "What comes after trillion billionaires ?" Then he shrugged his shoulders. "I guess The I. R. S. !" Guys were just about knocking down her door when they heard how wealthy she'd become. She ended up becoming the richest woman in history, leaving Bill Gates in her dust. With all the money she'd received, she invested a lot of it in finding cures for Aids, cancer, head-injuries and every muscle disease known to man. When word got out that she was so filthy rich, guys flocked to her house like bugs to honey, only she was considerably sweeter then the absolute best-tasting honey which had come straight from any bee hives. One of the guys was a best-selling author who was ironically named Franklin Write who turned out to be an up-and-coming author which meant Kathy really did happen to merry, "Mr. Write." After dating a while, he popped-it. Naturally, she said, "Yeah, man !" They were married, and the following year they had an addition to their family-tree which, "wooden" make anybody sad, and so, like the best-written children's stories of all-time will officially finish up with,

"THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER !!!!"

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The end. By, Cuz Roye.

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