His name was given to him by his mother. It was the name of his great grandmother.
When Ann woke up on Friday the ninth, he had to drink his coffee in a hurry. He was in a rush to a new job interview. The interview was at Caltel Street. The job was inside of the old union hospital.
Ann grabbed his brief case and he hurried out the front door. Ann had to walk six blocks south, then he had to take a bus to Caltel St.
When Ann walked up to the bus stop, a crack head was already standing there.
The homeless looking man spoke to Ann.
"Hey man, where did you get that purple tie that yous wearing?"
"It was a gift from my wife for my birthday years ago."
"Well, haha I know I would not want to wear a purple anything. You know what that means right?"
"I guess I do not know what purple means. What does it mean?"
"It means gay. You know gay. Like yous into the same sex man."
"Well, I did not know that. I am not gay. I just don't have a lot time to go shopping. It was the only tie that I owned. I got it as a present years ago. And I am on my way to a job interview. So I don't have a lot of choice I suppose."
Before the crack head could say anything. The bus came and Ann got onto the bus.
The bus took him twenty miles into the city of Daysville.
Ann got off the bus and he had to walk the last block to the hospital.
The weather had other plans.
It started to rain extremely hard.
Before Ann left his home, it was a bright sunny day.
By the time Ann got to the hospital, he was soaked from the rain.
Ann took the elevator to suit 36 c.
When Ann walked into the waiting room, the nurse at the reception area stopped him before he could talk.
She put her hand in the air,
and then said,
"I am very busy. I do not have time right now. Just wait. Take a seat when one comes about. I will be with you in a moment."
Ann had to stand at the back of the room.
There just wasn't enough seating.
The nurse turned around and said very softly but everyone in the waiting area heard her...
"Hes a walk in. God only knows what he wants. I bet he does not even have insurance. If he gives you any trouble, just call down stairs. If it is an emergency then he can go to the E.R."
Two hours later
The nurse got tired of looking at the scrappy older man in the back of the room.
So the nurse called Ann up to her desk.
Ann picked up his brief case and he walked up to her.
She said,
"What do you want sir? And don't tell me you're selling something."
Ann smiled
"No I am not selling anything. I am the specialist. I am here for the job interview. I am a bone specialist."
The nurse looked shocked.
She said,
"I am sorry Doctor, it is just... Your suit is so old and your shoes are not ...."
Ann spoke up then without an attitude.
"I was a factory worker, when I was young. My wife got sick. She was the only one for me. No one knew what was wrong. Until it was too late. She died of bone cancer. So I decided to go back to school. I wanted to fight the thing that took the love of my life away. It took years of night school and second jobs. I really had no money. After college I did a lot of clinical work. All I needed was scrubs. The last time I bought a suit, was in the seventies for the funeral of my wife. I am sorry. I guess I don't have a woman's touch when it comes to buying clothes. But I am not here for a fashion show. I am here to heal people and to save their life."
The art is Norman Rockwell art
THE END
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