"I see," said the
Principal. "Very well, then, we'll just have to call for an ambulance. While we're
waiting, why don't you and everyone else wash your hands... and lunchboxes."
The ambulance came
and took the unconscious boy w-k-e to the hospital. A short while later he was
on the operating table. Among other injuries, several ribs were broken and one
had punctured a lung. A thoracic surgeon and his team had his chest cavity
opened up and were patching up the lung. They were looking to see if anything
else was wrong when the surgeon dropped a scalpel which sliced the boy's aorta
clean through.
"Oh, my, look at
that," the surgeon said.
"Look at what?"
"That."
"What is that?"
"I seem to have
sliced this boy's aorta in half."
"That looks
serious," his assistant concurred
"Yes, it does,"
the surgeon agreed. "I wonder what we should do about it?"
They stood there
in silence for a few minutes watching the little boy w-k-e's chest fill up with
blood.
"This doesn't seem
to be going very well," the surgeon said.
"No, not at all,"
agreed the assistant surgeon.
You see, the boy
w-k-e once came to the hospital to visit his older brother who had been in a
car accident and while there saw how things could be done better. He wrote up a
list of improvements and came back the next day and gave it to the head of the
hospital who thanked him for it and then ran it through a paper shredder as
soon as the boy left. Everything on his list made perfect sense and was easily
doable, but instead of being appreciative for having the flaws in their system
pointed out so they could do a better job, the hospital staff and big doctors
got very angry, saying, who does he think he is to come in here and tell us how
to do things, he's just a boy and we are big shot doctors. Besides, this is our hospital, he has no business here.
The fact that the boy was right didn't matter; he was stepping on some big shot
toes and they would never forget it.
The thoracic
surgeon and his team also hated the little boy w-k-e and saw him as a
troublemaker, so they stood around and chatted until he bled to death and then
wrote a report that it was a most unfortunate accident.
And all the stupid
people in the town lived happily ever after.
The Moral of the Story
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