Joshua Michail

It was almost summer, way back in 1975, when a beautiful raven-haired woman with eyes of bright steely blue went to a hospital in Philadelphia. A few days later she left with nothing more serious than a clump of cells wrapped in a blanket made of some kind of fabric which was probably intended to be comfy, and tightly she held in her arms her new clump. A clump of cells to which she had decided to give a name – it was Joshua. A few years later she bundled this clump she called “Joshua” up with another clump she had accumulated and to which she had given a different name, she boarded a magical flying metal tube. Some hours later, when she brought her two clumps with her stepping off of the metal flying tube, she and her clumps were in Phoenix. Those clumps must have began wailing loudly being wrapped in blanket packaging meant to keep them warm, when the air in Phoenix hit them. It was again summer, which is as we all know hot, but in Phoenix that means one hundred and ten or more degrees on any given day. And it was in Phoenix that this woman with her two troublesome clumps would remain for decades. And now that first clump is telling you this story.