Due to popular demand I shall now retell the dramatic incident last week when my sweetheart Naomi twice heroically saved a troubled baby from committing suicide.
We were at the Vendôme metro station in Montréal, standing on the platform in a group of 5 or 6. From the stairs behind us emerged a man and a little baby. All seemed well, when the little disquietnik suddenly was overcome with grief and made a run for the edge of the platform. "Not on my watch!!" shouted Naomi and she ran and interceded on the baby's behalf.
The man, surprisingly neglectful, walked his little 1/4-person some paces away in embarassment and stood. Ever mindful, Naomi casually walked over and stood behind them. She also started communicating messages of peace and reconciliation-with-the-self to the baby via facial gestures.
At this moment when all seemed resolved, the half-pint must have remembered some terrible emotional trauma once more, for it was filled with a rage and bolted towards a terrible end on the "third rail" once more. "NO!" bellowed Naomi as she chased it. She caught the baby and held it and said:
"You'll never feel
sadness again, my child,
So long as you're in my embrace,"
And she paused then and wondered and smiled
And then said "while you're here in my heavenly grace."