Hi, my name is George, the 4th.
My grandpa, George, the 2nd, nicknamed me the “Miracle Baby”. I’m no different than the other kids and since I love to hear his perspective on life, I make it a point to always ask him “Why?” each time he calls me that. With him being a bit older, he tends to repeat himself a lot. I don’t complain, I sit back, listen and learn.
Sometimes he’ll talk about how lucky we all are to be alive in this very old and violent Universe, because we are fortunate to have Sol, our star, our beautiful life-supporting planet, the Earth, our breath, and our capability in this time and in this space. Our lives an honor to all the Human beings whom came before us. “Life is THE miracle, and is the only valuable thing on the Planet”, is often his motto. “That alone was enough” to justify his reasons for calling me a Miracle Baby.
He retells how he was born in 40 b.P.C., in a time when people used to trade for survival and only the fittest and most cunning reached comforts, while the rest were teased with the prospect. The countless millions suffering and dying each year in the wash was the real unforgivable evil and sin. It was a time of barbarism and lunacy he calls it. Greed was the motif of the day and it was “disgusting to see”.
Personally I don’t get it. How could people get like that I would ask? He’d always just say, “stupidity”.
I tease him about how it all changed, and he always smiles. “I was smart. It was me. I was a part of it”, he recalls. He says it was the easiest vote of his life. World Peace came first by email, then the net, soon it was on every communication device. He loves to brag how he replied, “Yes, please.”
It was the individual truces of people all over the planet communicating directly to each other bypassing the governments that did the trick. The emails spread like wild fire and soon enough common sense took over. The governments, corporations, and schools all made up of people, created to care for people, naturally fell into line.
As he likes to say, “The Human beings of the planet Earth woke up, realized what they were, where they were, whom they were with, where they wanted to go, and that they needed it now.” Between Mother Nature and nature of man at that time, humanity and love seemed doomed. Finally realizing that they were a generation of beings unlike any before, they had the knowledge, wisdom, compassion, technology, and global communication to unite the planet for “survival and luxury of all”. It became a no brainer and wonderment as to why it wasn’t thought up before. I guess it was like finding out the Earth was round, a concept so unbelievable at first but easily accepted if taught at birth.
He recalls it was at the time of the end of the Mayan calendar, the tribute to Human achievement, the great push from patches of people all around the world demanding Peace, a World truce, and the resetting of the calendar, that marked the miracle. Year 1 P.C. was designated. With competitions stopped, the first voluntary co-operations were established. Currency, trading, and branding ceased to exist and that is when the sharing, communication, quality, and care commenced. With the imaginary lines that once marked borders were erased, people freely traveled, lived, worked, and played wherever they wanted. Without realizing it, it began a whole new evolution and era for the Human race, and our species never once looked back. We were no longer the beasts of survival; we were now matured Human beings who’s shared and co-operative survival made sense.
“Yup, Planetary Co-operation was born and that’s why you’re a Miracle, Baby”.
“But you wouldn’t understand, the world has always been yours and she’s always been open to you. I’m just glad you’re live today to experience the very best our species has to voluntarily offer you”.
I think I’ll keep letting him call me the “Miracle Baby”. If it wasn’t for him and the others, I and this future wouldn’t exist.
