The Legend of Brad

Every night before lights out a member of the Youthworks staff would read us a "bedtime story" with a considerable amount of cheek. On the night I sustained my injury Reuben created this poem that he read to us. It is a rather accurate description of what happened with some epic embellishment thrown in.

The Legend of Brad

I've come, I've come, to tell you a tale

that will make your young pleasant faces go pale

the story is sappy, gut wrenching, and sad

the story is about a youth leader named Brad

He went on a trip led by him, Kim, and James

some other guys went-I know not their names

they went to the Restore, the Habitat place

smashed t.v.'s with toilets, oh yeah, in your face!

the crew ripped up furniture, couches and chairs

the young folks worked hard, they all did their shares

when suddenly, no! A big spike! A nail!

and into Brad's arm the nail was impaled!

but he was so strong, so rugged, so tough

that he didn't notice, though the job, it got rough

Brad suddenly noticed that his arm was all red

he reeled; with blood loss...he'd soon be dead

but then Dr. James, with a hearty guffaw

said, "That's a two-stitcher!" and that, that was all

so off to the the hospital Kim drove our hero

she pulled into ER, from 60 to zero

Brad put his name into wait, what a guy!

and then about six hundred hours went by

Reuben and Erin, they stopped by to see him

but they were sure glad they didn't have to be him

so soon a few stitches were put in Brad's arm

and he returned to the site, kept the kiddies from harm

Saved the guys, kissed the ladies, punished the bad

that's the tale of our hero, our hero named Brad