“What do you suggest Professor in the drinking of the ‘Gaia’s Water of Life’?” Sam asked.“A few sips each day. Perhaps I should bottle it ...n smaller bottles, to begin with?” The professor looked in the direction John had run off to. Sam and the Professor laughed.John returned from the facilities in the back of the bank. After he sat down, “Did your water do that?”“I’m afraid so sir.” The Professor said, “It has started cleansing every cell in your body.”“If I have the Immortality Gene turned. That is why I am inserting this story re-introduction for Part II. I wrote this story at a time when I was spending a lot of time in hospitals for a serious illness. When I completed my treatments, I resumed my writing with an emphasis on some of my longer stories and completely overlooked this story and another called “Swimming in the Jury Pool” that was quite close to my heart. The scenarios are different, but the flavor is similar. I will also give a short summary of the characters, but it. The first smile I'd seen."Yes, I must say I am. Just a feeling, you know. Not sure I fit in here," I responded."Well, young fellow, you look like you'd fit in for sure. Give it a chance. It's a great little town." And with that, and another smile, he arose and limped slowly away.Later, in my room at the hotel, I took stock. I had seen so many with disabilities or seeming deformities. Of course, not all had apparent bodily problems. But I could only guess what their clothing was hiding. I was. ” Her brain made a cerebral fist pump and thought, “YES!” as she sauntered in his general direction. Sam scooped her up and carried the blushing bride across the threshold. Inside, they kissed. After a long connection, he grinned down at her, and said, “Mmm, corny but fun,” and proceeded to tour the ground floor with her still in his arms. “You may put me down now, Husband. I want to tire you out, but not this way.” “Wow, I like the sound of that!” But he continued to cradle his bride. She.