I’m sure that you have heard the tale

About Pinocchio

But I’m about to tell the story

I’m sure you do not know.

The way the story is often told

Is mostly very true,

Except for one important part

That I will share with you.

It’s true there was a man Gepetto

Who was very much alone

Wished that he could have a son

A son his very own.

He made a puppet out of wood

Called him Pinocchio

But he was just a toy, that’s all,

And he would never grow.

And then a fairy gave him life

But left him made of wood

Until he proved that he deserved

Until he proved he’s good.

But Pinocchio was gullible

And easily deceived

He met a boy named “Honest John”

Whom he readily believed.

Long story short, this Honest John

Was not so honest at all

He tricked Pinocchio into being a star

In Stromboli’s Carnival.

When the fairy helped him escape

He trusted Honest John again

And ventured off to Treasure Island –

A very heathen den.

He gambled, smoked, wreaked havoc there

It was fun there for a while,

He barely escaped before being turned

Into a donkey on that Isle.

Pinocchio then swam away

According to the tale

But soon he ended up in the belly

Of Monstro the giant whale.

And there he met Gepetto who

Was looking for his boy

And though they were both swallowed alive

Gepetto was filled with joy.

Pinocchio devised a plan

To burn the raft of wood

Which made Monstro sneeze, and they escaped

And this proved that he was good.

So that is how Pinocchio

Though he started as a toy

Proved by heroic bravery

He deserved to be a boy.

And that’s the story you have heard

It’s cute and short and sweet

But I’m about to reveal to you

That story’s incomplete.

Gepetto was Pinocchio’s creator

That much is very true

But what I’m sure you do not know

Is that Pinocchio was number two.

Yes there was a doll before him made

By that crafty Gepetto

Pinocchio’s older, forgotten brother,

His name – Antonio.

Antonio was also blessed

By the fairy with real life

But unlike Pinocchio

He caused no pain and strife.

He stayed at home and worked so hard

While his brother went out and played.

He was a good and faithful son

Who never roamed or strayed.

And when his brother ran away

He was just a little glad

Until he saw it broke Gepetto’s heart

It made him very sad.

He set out with his father to

Track his brother down

They searched down every street and lane

They searched through every town.

They chartered out a fishing boat

And set out on the sea

When they received a helpful tip

Of where the boy might be.

So you can imagine when they got home

How upset Antonio became

That Pinocchio got a hero’s welcome

When he brought them so much shame.

And then the fairy granted him

The gift of real life.

The news cut Antonio deep inside

It cut him like a knife.

Gepetto saw Antonio’s face

And knew he was upset.

He thought Pinocchio had just received

What he really shouldn’t get.

“My son Antonio,” Gepetto said

“I know it seems unfair

But you must understand that you

With me were always there.

What’s mine is yours, you have it all

And, son, you always will;

Even though Pinocchio’s back

You shall be my eldest still.

But, Antonio, do you not see

If it were the other way

It would break my heart just as much

If you had gone astray?

And also that when you returned

When once I thought you dead

When I had to spend such sleepless nights

Crying in my bed,

That the same joy would be bestowed

The same party would be given

Upon you just as Pinocchio

And all your debts forgiven.”

So then Antonio realized

Though he still thought it unfair

It was a better place and time

With his lost brother there.

And at that moment when he smiled

And felt joy deep within

The fairy granted the gift of life

To Pinocchio’s older kin.

And that’s how Gepetto got two sons,

Two living, breathing boys.

Even though both started out

Just as wooden toys.

But both displayed such act of love

In such unselfish ways

And never left or acted out

For the rest of Gepetto’s days.

Based loosely and inspired by the Parable of the Prodigal Son from the Gospel of Luke 15:11-32

There is nothing particularly exciting about Bob.  Actually, that’s really giving him too much credit.  There is nothing exciting at all about Bob.  There, that’s better.  Bob is 33 years old, lives in a small, one bedroom apartment in a boring suburb called Burien, just south of Seattle.  Bob’s best friend (and his only friend really) is his goldfish he named Goldy.  He is an average looking guy of average height and build.  He drives a blue Toyota Camry that is fifteen years old.  And it isn’t even a cool electric or cobalt blue.  It’s just blue.  If you went to Home Depot’s paint section and asked the paint expert working there to give you the most boring shade of blue he had, he would respond, “Oh, like Bob’s car blue.”  Have I completely bored you yet telling you who Bob is?  No?  Well, keep reading.

Bob is a “Scanned Document Quality Checker”.  What is that, you ask?  Well, take a shot of espresso and splash some cold water on your face.  You’re going to need it.  In the ever-increasing age of digital documentation, it is still an ongoing effort to go through piles and piles of physical documents and turn them into a digital format.  The digital format can then be stored electronically to reduce the amount of space the records would otherwise take up in an office or store room.  The documents are also then easily shared with whoever might need them.  

For example, a construction business that has been in operation since the 1990’s would most likely have a decade or more of physical paperwork in storage in some form or another.  They could be design plans, supply orders, invoices, payroll paperwork, any number of things that are just sitting in boxes taking up space.  

Now, I know what you might be thinking: aren’t there scanners for that sort of thing?  And you’d be right.  But Bob’s job is even less exciting than scanning the documents.  Once the documents are scanned, well, that’s where Bob works his magic.  Bob must go through every single piece of scanned data to check for quality.  If something is illegible, Bob must locate the original physical copy.  If the original physical copy is legible and was misscanned, Bob must re-scan it so a clear copy can be added to the digital file.  If the original is not legible, Bob must notate that on the scanned document.  Bob’s quota is to quality check a thousand scanned pages every day.  I told you there is absolutely nothing exciting about Bob.  

The only excitement in Bob’s life is when he gets to ride the elevator at work with Stephanie.  Stephanie is the receptionist at the same company where Bob works, let’s call it Most Boring Jobs Ever, Inc.  Stephanie is sweet, beautiful with blonde hair just past her shoulders and blue eyes that nearly twinkle when she smiles.  And she is always smiling.  Stephanie works on the first floor of the building.  Bob is on the fourth.  A few times a month, Bob gets to the elevator at the same time as Stephanie.  On a rare, lucky day, Bob catches the same elevator with her in the morning and again in the evening.  

Though he has tried on several occasions, Bob has never said a word to Stephanie, though she greets him with a friendly salutation each time they meet.  

“Good morning,” she has said before, her morning coffee in one hand and her handbag in the other.  Bob would just smile and look at the buttons to the right of the elevator door.

“Good evening,” she has said before, without the coffee.  Bob couldn’t even manage a Good evening in return.

“Any plans for the weekend?” she asked one time.  Bob almost worked up the courage to admit that he, in fact, had no plans for the weekend.  Instead, he smiled and looked at the buttons again.

Everything changed one Monday morning.  Bob and Stephanie both boarded the elevator at the same time.  Bob was ready to savor every second of the ride to the first floor where Stephanie would disembark.  

“How was your week . . .” Stephanie began to ask when the elevator jolted to an abrupt stop and the main lights flickered before going out completely.  The back-up light illuminated the car with about a quarter of the regular luminosity, but it was enough to see that Stephanie was growing concerned.  And then Bob sprang into action.

“I’m sure it will be fine,” he stated confidently and flashed a reassuring smile.  

“I just don’t particularly like confined spaces,” she admitted.  Small beads of sweat began forming on her brow.

“Hey,” he smiled again, “who does?”  His simple choice of words calmed her.  Just by saying Who does, Bob not only made her feel that everything was going to be okay, but also assured her that her fear of confined spaces was nothing to be ashamed of.  It was brilliant.

The minutes continued to tick by and the power had not returned.  After an hour had lapsed, Bob knew he needed to do something to rescue his fair damsel in distress.  He looked up and saw the escape panel in the back corner of the elevator car.  He hoisted himself up on the hand rails and gracefully balanced himself as he pushed up on the panel.  The hatch opened exposing the elevator shaft above them.

“What are you doing?” Stephanie inquired as Bob began to reach his hands up into the opening to see what he could grip.

He looked down at her and said, “I’m getting us out of here.  Just hang tight.”

Bob lifted himself up atop the elevator car and poked his head back in through the opened hatch.  “I’m going to climb up the cable, go out through the second floor door, go down the stairs and open this elevator from the outside.”

She thought Bob very heroic and she didn’t even stop to think that if the doors could have been opened from the outside, someone would have done that by now.  All she thought was that Bob was her knight in shining armor and she watched him disappear into the darkness above. 

Bob scaled the greasy elevator cables.  He got to the second floor and forced the doors open.  He crawled out of the elevator shaft and there was already a small crowd gathered around to witness his emergence.  The power was out on the second floor as well and was only lit by emergency lights, but it was easy to see that Bob’s clothes were completely soiled by the elevator cable.  

“What happened to you,” asked a voice in the crowd?

“No time,” exclaimed Bob who rushed to the exit door leading to the stairwell.  In a flash, he sped down two flights of stairs to the lobby.  He wrapped his jacket around his arm and smashed the glass emergency casing that contained a fire host and a small axe.  Bob grabbed the axe and went to work on the elevator doors.

Bob hacked away at the doors.  His hands began to ache, his muscles grew sore, sweat dripped from his face down to his stained shirt.  But Bob didn’t stop.  He managed to cut a hole in the door big enough for a body to fit through.  He stuck his head in.  Stephanie saw her rescuer and swooned.  Bob extended his hand and she reached hers out to take hold.  Bob was gentle but strong as he aided her though the hole to safety.  

“Is this your floor?” Bob quipped as he set her down.  Stephanie nearly lost her balance once she was out of the box of terror and Bob caught her in his arms.  She looked up at Bob, her blue eyes sparkling.

“I don’t even know your name,” she admitted.

“Bob,” he replied.

“Bob.  Bob.  Bob!  Bob!!”  He heard his name being repeated, but it wasn’t Stephanie’s voice.  Bob snapped out of it and saw that it was Adam who also worked on the first floor.

The power had come back on, apparently it was only out for a few minutes before the elevator resumed its course to its destination to the first floor.  The doors had opened and Stephanie walked out to a small crowd that amassed during the brief outage.  “You okay there, Bob?” asked Adam.

“He’s more than okay,” Stephanie assured them.  “I nearly lost it in there, but Bob was calm, cool and collected.  He didn’t even say a word and I knew everything would be okay.  He was like a rock.  He didn’t flinch or panic.  He was a hero.”

“Is that right?” commented Adam in disbelief.  

Before the doors closed, Stephanie thanked Bob for keeping her safe and wished him a good day.  Bob just smiled and looked at the buttons again as the doors drew shut.  He couldn’t wait to get home and tell Goldy about the exciting day he had.