Since donating the promise of a custom-crafted jewelry set for the Riverview Clinic charity auction, Johnny had been mulling over the clinic's situation. It did good work, there was no question about that. For all the donations and funding it had received, hospitals were expensive to run, especially ones with the kind of modern equipment he knew they maintained. But while the Smiths were comfortably well-off, they certainly weren't rich. He could give a donation to the auction, because that was more time than money.
What else could he do' There weren't enough hours in the day to spend time working there " and besides, he didn't know much about medicine at all. And then a memory had hit, and Johnny smiled. Sitting at the tall worktable in his studio, he let the bit of silver wire he had been twisting fall to the scarred surface and reached over for a bar of a very different sort of metal.
Several days later, a very heavy wooden crate was delivered to the Riverview Clinic, labeled simply, "For the patients." Attached to the crate was a letter in an envelope marked "Dr. Maranya Valkanon." The letter was written in Johnny's messy scrawl " still more understandable than his speech, since writing had no accent. Doc Anya,
I'm no good with medicine stuff, but I figured that the things in this crate might help brighten up some days and pass the time for people stuck in their beds recovering. If you can think of anything metal the clinic needs made, let me know.
- Johnny Smith
When the lid of the crate was pried off, the people opening it would find neat layers of metal-work. Some of it was simple but attractive pins and necklaces twisted from silver and copper heavy-gauge wire. Most of the crate was filled with small metal puzzles " rods of steel twisted around each other in complex patterns. When done correctly, the puzzles could be take apart and reassembled with ease " but the trick of each puzzle was a little bit different. Some forms were more complex ? eggs and cubes that would fall into dozens of pieces, but when re-formed held with no external fastening at all. There were dozens of the pins and necklaces, and well over a hundred of the metal puzzles.
((Edit - sorry for the delay in getting this up!))
What else could he do' There weren't enough hours in the day to spend time working there " and besides, he didn't know much about medicine at all. And then a memory had hit, and Johnny smiled. Sitting at the tall worktable in his studio, he let the bit of silver wire he had been twisting fall to the scarred surface and reached over for a bar of a very different sort of metal.
Several days later, a very heavy wooden crate was delivered to the Riverview Clinic, labeled simply, "For the patients." Attached to the crate was a letter in an envelope marked "Dr. Maranya Valkanon." The letter was written in Johnny's messy scrawl " still more understandable than his speech, since writing had no accent. Doc Anya,
I'm no good with medicine stuff, but I figured that the things in this crate might help brighten up some days and pass the time for people stuck in their beds recovering. If you can think of anything metal the clinic needs made, let me know.
- Johnny Smith
When the lid of the crate was pried off, the people opening it would find neat layers of metal-work. Some of it was simple but attractive pins and necklaces twisted from silver and copper heavy-gauge wire. Most of the crate was filled with small metal puzzles " rods of steel twisted around each other in complex patterns. When done correctly, the puzzles could be take apart and reassembled with ease " but the trick of each puzzle was a little bit different. Some forms were more complex ? eggs and cubes that would fall into dozens of pieces, but when re-formed held with no external fastening at all. There were dozens of the pins and necklaces, and well over a hundred of the metal puzzles.
((Edit - sorry for the delay in getting this up!))