A More Or Less True Story
Once upon a time there came unto earth a boy who was so glowy and beautiful the Angels wept the day he was born.
He was a little peculiar though – his speech was often incoherent and his utterances unconfident, like
“m-mama” and “d-d-dada” followed by the sweetest, infectious g-g-giggle – but they all somewhat culminated to an integral part of his goofy beauty. Anyway, no matter, his m-mama and d-dada adored him and so did everyone else who came in contact with him because he smiled all the way into their hearts. As a result, he was endearingly nicknamed “Smiley Boy”.
Smiley Boy’s family, when he was little, was constantly on the move until they finally settled in a country where there were beautiful high mountains and quiet trails where one could take nice hikes. He was relieved because he was getting rather exhausted from helping his d-dada lug around the family trumpet.
As he grew older, he developed an unquenchable thirst for music. So, as he smiled, he sang. He sang all the time…everywhere…and every song that had been written……..while he was in the shower…while rollerblading and running to school…while helping some dear ole neighbour rake leaves……..he sang to ducks and chickens and cats and goldfishes…but mostly he sang to people. Everyone flocked to listen to him and to gaze upon that smile. And to see for themselves how the heck he managed to do both simultaneously so well.
Until one day……when his voice felt weak and tired. The unforgiving medical diagnosis was that one of his vocal cords had partially paralysed. He was devastated. He called out in despair to the Angels for guidance.
“You called, Little Smiley Boy?” asked the Angel, a little bedazzled and taken aback by his glow.
“G-good evening ma’am……” (Yes, the Angel was female……well, sort of..)
“M-my voice is wh-wheezy……a-and I can’t sing……and I’m short of b-b-breath.”
“Oh don’t worry, little sweetheart…..it is only temporary…..it’s a test from the Boss…..all will soon be revealed; just wait wait wait” (which, incidentally, inspired the lyrics of a song he was to sing many years later, but he didn’t know about it then.)
He was sad but continued to go to school, smiling as he did.
The Angel was touched by his youthful courage and strength – so, while shedding a tear of compassion, she waved her heavenly wand and lo and behold, with an almighty flash, the heavens opened – a divine legislation was engraved in the miracles department of the heavenly charter, to reinstate this young man’s voice.
Little Smiley recovered. And blissfully began to sing again.
Every night he went on his knees and gave thanks.
Then he decided to join a bootcamp – to learn the process of slaying the world – if you can!
But before he did that, he called out to the kind Angel again. She descended upon him and decided to grant him 3 wishes.
His 3 wishes were:
1. He wanted to sing.
2. He wanted to eat.
3. He wanted to make people happy.
The Angel was touched to the core by what he wished for.
“This young man did not wish for a car or wealth or for material gain of any kind – unlike most earthlings – he is most extraordinary!”
So, shedding a tear of wondrousness, she waved her wand once more and said to him:
“Young Smiley, I hereby declare that your wishes be granted - go forth and sing to your heart’s content……and eat all the exotic foods of every country and nation……and give unparalleled happiness to all who will listen!”
(Hmm..this last part – it was later discovered and affirmed by many excessively happy parties, that he overdid it a bit.)
The bootcamp was tough-going. It was a place where they sort of incarcerated you within a small area…..gagged you vocally and emotionally…..frightened you into singing songs that made you forget the lyrics…..forced you to don outfits that embarrassed you (like shorts)…..and made you gesticulate to guitar moves which, I am certain, tested his guts no end.
But Young Smiley tenaciously clung on. He was determined to slay the world before he was done.
His rendition of a certain song called “Imagination” … or something like that …brought the house/world down.
- Who was this young man who could sing such amazing vocals and could smile such baby-sweet, yet seductive, smiles and send telepathic messages and form heart connections and bond people of different cultures and religions and instigate marriage proposals from sweet-young-things and incite everyone to swoon at his feet, without once blinking an eye and at least feeling responsible and a little guilty about it?
Even the Angel gasped and gaped while uncomfortably re-adjusting her halo of knowledge and shedding a tear of perplexity.
- So he broke forth and he sang and he sang.
He sang with all his heart and he sang with all his soul.
The Angel pricked up her angel ears and listened, shedding many tears of various sentiments, tapping her angel feet and flapping her angel wings in rhythm with his songs.
- And he ate and he ate.
Nothing short of suspicious-looking purple and blue mooncakes and alligator encased between 2 slices of sourdough. The Angel watched him savour and swallow each and every delicious mouthful and giggled – and wondered when he would ever have his fill.
- And he gave and gave unimagined happiness to all those who listened:
as if they were precious gold coins falling from Heaven. I have my own gold coin placed securely in my squiggly piggy bank, next to my heart, to be treasured for a long long long long time…..
What about YOUR gold coins? Share with us your happy gold coin stories which this astonishing Golden Boy has endowed upon you.
The Angel, tears aside, is conducting a survey.