My Last Two Thousand Years
Herbert Gold
1972
I was present at the last birth. My wife and I had done the natural childbirth exercises. We were ready. The doctor was kind and easy.
The child was born, my fourth child, a boy. After three girls, Ann, Judy, and Nina, a boy. We would name him Ari, a Hebrew name meaning the Holy Lion.
“Okay, one more push, Mrs. Gold, Melissa, and it’ll be all over…
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