I was sent home on a mission to retrieve a tool we use for medical emergencies. As with any tool, when it is wielded in the right circumstance, with the right intention, it is effective and potent.
A weapon of this ferocity is not kept out for general use. It's not a toy. It's not to be taken lightly.
I went to the darkest corner of the basement and retrieved the heavy black trunk from the bottom of the pile. The trunk is worn and scuffed from many years of use and travel. As I unwrapped the heavy chains, I could sense the savagery before I cracked the lid. I swallowed the catch in my throat, reminded of the battles we have endured and overcome.
When you face the mountains Maxmilian has faced in his life. When you have stared into the cold dark face of death and said "NO". When you possess inside you, glimpses of the fortitude of the greatest forces on this earth, your only friends may very well be otherworldly. Monsters even.
When Max was four months old, fighting for his life while disease and seizures raged against his body, he found solace in the comfort of monsters. Monsters strong and mean enough to help him chase away seizures, battle against methylmalonic acid, and put homocysteines in their rightful place.
When you're this tough, weathered and forceful, sometimes only monsters are strong enough to cope with your aggression.
Introducing Monster Dr. Mrax...
Dr. Mrax has been with Max since the beginning. He has waged war with Max.
He has rested with Max.
He has seen the light of victory with Max.
He has protected family while Max was busy in brain surgery.
He has recounted the tales of victory to admiring fans.
And protected him from others.
I have heard the war cry of this battled hardened leader as he rallies his troops to war.
Walk softly dear ones, for a warrior is waging battle...