Saturday, June 6, 2009

The Power of Movado - A story.

Movado Museum Moderna Mens' Watch Gold Plated Black Museum Dial 0604228

His name is Mike, although he cannot say it. He was a co-worker until a couple of months ago. I saw him an hour before his stroke. He was dropping off a 12 pack of Bounty Towel at the office. He seemed a little tired and stressed. No hint of the huge blood clot building up in his brain. He smiled and bid me farewell. He was always inquiring how I felt or if I had eaten.

Mike was not at work the next day; he was fighting for his life.

Two months later, Mike was still in his coma, he had overcome a potentially deadly infection and threads of response glimmered behind his closed eyes. A permanent employee had replaced a temporary employee who had replaced Mike. The permanent employee, a corporate fellow in a starched collar and pointed shoes, sorted through Mikes old desk with military precision. The last traces of Mike were being flung into a cardboard office box. I had offered to take the box to his wife.
I heard a clink of glass on the bottom of the filing cabinet beside Mike’s old desk, and the new employee withdrew a watch. I recognized it immediately, the leather black strap was soft and worn and a gold dot clung to the 12 ‘o’clock position amidst a black face. It was a Movado Museum Watch. The employee flung the Movado Watch among Mikes dog-eared odds and ends.
“Hey! That’s Mike’s,” I said with a protectiveness that surprised me. I
picked up the Watch and held it. I had seen Mike glancing at the Watch on so many occasions that ,to me, the Watch was an intimate extension of Mike. I felt the new employee had somehow invaded Mikes privacy. I was filled with a sudden urgency to return Mikes Museum Watch. I felt he needed the Watch.
I called Mikes wife, Susan.
“I found Mike’s Watch,” I said knowing how silly it sounded since Mike was in a coma and in no need of the time.
“Oh!” she said and hesitated. I could hear her throat clogging up. “Come see Mike,” she said after a moment.
“At the hospital?’ I said. Thinking to myself, “Obviously he is at the hospital. Why did I say that?”
She gave me directions. I headed to the hospital immediately after work.
I tiptoed into Mikes room smelling hospital grade antiseptic. The room was dim. I stood by the doorway looking at Mike's still form beneath Hospital blankets. Susan had fallen asleep by his side, her head on her folded arms, resting on the side of his bed. The room was still and I turned to leave.
“She’s asleep got to go.” I thought, feeling guilty but relieved. Then I felt the cool glass of the Movado Museum Watch against my palm. I squeezed it gently and tapped Mikes wife on the shoulder. She sat up immediately, used to being on the alert.
She held my arm, “You came.” she said, and I cried and she cried. I stretched out my hand and let the Movado Museum Watch lay flat against my palm. Susan took the watch from my hand and laid it against her cheek as fresh waves of tears rolled down her face. She carefully lifted Mikes wrist and around it she placed the Movado Museum Watch. I thought I saw Mike move his fingers in response, but I was not sure.
Mike struggled up from his coma two weeks later, and it was two weeks after that he started looking at his Watch. Four months later, Mike cannot walk or talk or feed himself, but every once in a while, he looks at his Movado Museum Watch. A small action powering Susan’s hope that Mike will recover.
Susan believes, the Movado Watch links Mike to his old life, and plays a role in his recovery.