[ WP ] Back in 4th grade you wrote a short story and as a joke you posted it online . Years go by and when you go to check on your old posting you see that it has started it 's own cult ... .

Jax laughed. `` You're an idiot, it wo n't be there anymore.'' 
 
 `` Seriously, bro,'' Hans said, deep-throating a chocolate popsicle. `` It might. And that would be HUH-larious.'' 
 
 Jax flipped open his laptop and typed in www.bananas-of-the-heart.com. 
 
 `` It was just a stupid idea,'' said Jax. `` There's no way it's still up. Look, it does n't even have an SSL certificate.'' 
 
 Licking the last bits of frozen chocolate off of the wooden stick, Hans said, `` I do n't know, Jax, you were pretty into it. Frickin' monkey.'' 
 
 `` It was a phase.'' 
 
 Fifteen years ago, on the hospital stretcher, Jax's mother's last words were to eat bananas `` and this,'' she pointed to her failing heart, `` will never happen to you.'' 
 
 Jax was nine at the time. But he listened to her. He only ate bananas. She passed away from a failed heart a week later. In Ms. Dogger's 4th grade class, he scribbled out a four line poem: 
 
 *Mommy said to eat bananas* 
 
 *Mommy said to please be smart* 
 
 *Mommy said she's sorry, son* 
 
 *Bananas would have saved her heart* 
 
 In his basement, now, as an 24-year-old, Jax opened his laptop and typed in the address. His boyfriend Hans watched over his shoulder. Ms. Dogger had liked the poem so much she put it on a website, www.bananas-of-the-heart.com. 
 
 The site came up, but Jax did n't recognize it. The design was cleaner and fresher; it had a minimalistic yellow and white theme. In the center of the screen was written, `` BANANAS DO N'T JUST CHANGE YOUR LIFE, THEY SAVE IT.'' 
 
 He snorted. `` What is this?'' 
 
 He clicked over to the blog. The last posting was dated yesterday. 
 
 `` Hans, get a load of this.'' 
 
 Hans frowned. `` Is this the same site? Click the About page.'' 
 
 Jax clicked *About* and the screen was covered by an image of an old, thin, and sickly looking woman with yellow skin smiling while playing in a sea of bananas as if she were in the McDonald's ball pen. 
 
 The first line read, *Hi, I'm Joanne Dogger, founder of Bananaism. * 
 
 Hans and Jax looked at each other. `` Damn.'' 
 
 They read on. *Bananas cure sickness and disease, clean your soul, and deliver happiness. * 
 
 `` She's crazy,'' said Hans. 
 
 Jax said, `` Apparently, she's not the only one.'' 
 
 At the bottom of the page, it said, `` Join me and 34,341 banana believers.'' 
 
 `` Do we dare click around?'' 
 
 `` If that *appeals* to you,'' Hans let the pun slip out. Jax elbowed him in the chest. 
 
 He clicked *Story* at the top of the page. An image of his poem from his 4th grade class appeared on the screen. He gasped. Right below the image, the words said, *Where it all began*.
