Can't Wait to Get to Heaven

The Report

7:00 AM

Early the next morning, Franklin Pixton sat and listened to the entire report. No machine malfunction. All the attending nurses in ER depositions corroborated Dr. Henson’s testimony. Every fact had been checked and rechecked. According to all legal and medical requirements, the woman had been for all intents and purposes clinically dead. Franklin sniffed and adjusted his glasses. “So, Dr. Gulbranson, what is your official explanation?”

Dr. Gulbranson looked up. “Damned if I know, Franklin. I’d have to say it was just a fluke.”

Franklin slowly turned his chair around and looked out the window. “A fluke? I see. So I am to tell the head of my board that she was officially dead, and the fact that she sat up and started talking several hours later was a fluke. Or should I get up and sing three choruses of ‘It was just one of those things’? Which would you suggest?”

Dr. Gulbranson shook his head. “I don’t know what to tell you, Franklin. Sometimes things just can’t be explained.”