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Heaven Can Wait

Elmer O’Reilly woke with a start. “Where am I?” he gasped, his eyes darting around the hospital room in terror. Elmer’s mother rushed over and wrapped her arms round her son. “It’s all right, darling,” she said, voice trembling. “You were in an accident, Elmer, but everything’s all right. You’re at hospital, but you’re going to be fine. You have a badly bruised arm and a mild concussion. They say there’s no more damage, so try to relax.” Breathing heavily and erratically, Elmer kept repeating, “Oh God! Oh God!” In a panic, overreacting, he wrenched free of his mother’s embrace and tried to scramble to his feet, but his arm throbbed with pain. Howling in anguish, he slumped back down onto the bed and sobbed like a child. Mrs O’Reilly gazed down at her son and sighed deeply. She loved him more than anything, but he had one characteristic that she could not abide – weakness. No one in her own family had ever been weak, so why was Elmer such a wimp? As she loomed above him, stroking his hair and whispering words of comfort in his ear, she felt a pang of guilt for thinking ill of her son. But who could blame her? He was twenty years old, a virgin, unemployed, and the biggest geek this side of the River Thames. All those years and he had done nothing with his life other than play computer games and visit sci-fi conventions. She realised she was partly to blame. She had mothered him to the point of suffocation, spoilt him rotten, and for these reason alone she had played her part. ...

... As she watched him crying, a feeling of disappointment came over her. Then she sighed in exasperation, ashamed of the pitiful figure that was her twenty-year-old son. Sobbing and sniffling, Elmer gazed up at his mother’s face and saw her expression of detachment, her frown of disappointment and knew that she was judging him again. She had, as always, a look of contempt in her eyes. Elmer was a geek, a loser, a social misfit and an undesirable. Why was she glaring down at him with such utter disdain? What was it this time? His buckteeth? His zits? Perhaps it was his Professor Frink tone of voice, his thick-rimmed glasses, or his greasy skin. Or was it because he was lying in a hospital bed, wearing a Dr Spock T-shirt with the slogan: ‘Trek yourself before you wreck yourself”? After he turned away with a sigh of despondency, he felt her lips at his ear then the whispered words, “I love you, Elmer, and, whatever you may think, I am proud of you.” His sobs turned to sniffs. For the first time for as long as he could remember his mother had told him that she loved him, that she was proud of him, and in his heart he knew she meant it. How he had longed to hear her say those words again. To know that there was at least one person in his life who loved him, accepted him for who he was, and would be there at his side no matter what. Elmer closed his eyes as her words reverberated around his mind. He took deep breaths to stifle his sobs and felt a sense of serenity and fulfilment like ...