Dragonspirit

When I was 14, I established a chemistry lab in my parent's house basement..
At 14, I acquired formulas for high explosives from the university library, and made all kinds of that dangerous stuff.. I enjoyed controlling the big bangs... I needed impossible to get chemicals.. On a whim I visited the UWO chemistry building, and walked into reception requesting to speak with the Dean of Chemistry.. I had a list of chemicals I wanted.. Mr. Fred Pattison Dean of Chemistry chatted with me, quizzing me about the uses of several specific chemicals while he flipped through his Merck Index Chemical Manual.. After seven minutes he was phoning the resident glass blower to make everything I wanted for free, and chemical stores to come pick up my chemicals list, and the library to issue me with a library card.. He requested I visit cold-call at the labs of third year students on the top floor.. He gave me the key to chemical stores front room, and told me that my chemicals order would be ready for pickup noon tomorrow...
As I was exiting the Dean's office, and closing the huge door, I heard him say in his deep voice to his secretary, "Prodigy"...
I visited the third floor labs, and solved their problems off the cuff...

A year later one of the explosives caught me, tossing me through a tree top 35-feet up, through the tree's top branches.. I ended up in the hospital.. Dr. Stavracky Junior repaired my left hand with 87-sutures.. The last thing I heard Dr. Stavracky say before I passed out from blood loss was "What's his BP? Nurse said "Uh 28.. uh 12, uh I can't read it." Doc said to the two orderlies "You two get six bags of type universal plasma.. RUN! This kid has a minute left if that. This kid Isn't gonna die on my watch! Dam Sloppy!"... I woke in ICU under the nurse's big window, with a stinging cracked rib from the defib, and six empty blood bags on the racks... Seems my heart stopped in surgery.. I suppose I died then...

A few days later an orderly came to take me to a ward.. As we waited for the elevator, in the bright light I finally got the chance to examine the huge bandage around my left hand and arm.. I calmly looked into the orderly's eyes, and said "So is it healed yet?"..
The guy laughed so hard he peed his pants, and had to leave me there in the hall, while he went to change his pants... He dropped me off at a ward.. I could hear him laughing all the way down the hall...

Seems I died.. I didn't recall any angels, nor a heaven, nor anything religiousish, but the sounds in the O.R. just before I trembled then went unconscious, only a blank black memory screen of it after it all.. It was right then I decided I would dedicate the rest of my life finding the afterlife and heaven, so I would be something going somewhere the next time I died...

In the ward a couple days later the surgeon came in for a visit.. As he stepped in through the doorway he paused with a strange huge pinkish grin, and said "You make me feel like a god"...

I think the surgeon gave me some of his spirit to revive my life.. Ten years later I saw a rabbit get hit by a car on a stormy rainy night on a highway.. I quick stopped, and rushed to the spinning injured little creature, gently scooped it up, said "You're safe, I am here for you".. I gently held and caressed the frightened injured rain and mud soaked little creature cushioned and covered with soft folded clean towels while I drove home... I said to the rabbit "I will fix you".. It's hind leg was totally crushed.. I operated on it with the expertise of a skilled plastic surgeon, which is why I think Dr. Stavracky gave me some of himself to revive me.. Suddenly I knew surgery like a pro without ever having studied it... The rabbit didn't suffer any infection nor pain what so ever.. It would lay on my leg purring while I tenderly petted it... In a couple weeks the bunny could hop six feet with its remaining hind leg.. I gave it to my brother for his kids as a pet at their country home... Seems I am prodigy in every science...

I stop as first on the scene first aider for car accident victims.. I heard that emergency staff sometimes ask my patients "Who did this work? We can't do it this good"...
I put those accident victims to sleep in a minute with a silly mindy trick, so they won't have to feel the trauma, shock, and pain, till the ambulance arrives on scene, and the emergency crew wakes them...

It took me 28-years trying to find the afterlife and heaven, and how it all works, so I would be something going somewhere the next time I died..
I found it.. I am here to share it with you... It's what Mr. Wells would have done for his species...