As The Majors progressed through their trouble stricken lives, Gwen Major evolved into a family savior who fought for the future of her sons and daughter with unprecedented valor. The Majors would have long become a dispersed flock of dissolute sheep had Gwen died that night.
However, she didn't die.
Bathing hippos moved their bonbons as Moses' carriage made its way through.
Immediately after the birth, fledgling John caught a viral fever from a nurse in the hospital, but almost miraculously for a child of such age, survived the attack.
Two eagles fought for the baby hamper but it fell unharmed, back into the "safe" waves of mighty Nile.
And when major was still in the crib, war (WWII) climaxed in intensity, cities and towns were no longer save. One night a bomb exploded just outside the window besides which little John was sleeping, the window shattered and pieces of glass fell in Major's cot. However, little John came out unscratched, miraculously unharmed.
Menacing sharks synchronized-swam and opened their jaws wide, to let Moses through . safely.
How so damn indicative huh?.
No, not at all, not the least bit.
Major, John's childhood was anything but that. Nobody could have foretold that a Prime Minister would emerge from such socio-economical setup, nobody could have predicted that this household was raising a future premier, nobody could have professed that this shy, self-involved kid would one day be leading the country.
Major made his way through childhood and puberty like Ralph Ellison's invisible man. He has painful memories of those years and doesn't always like to recall them, to help his cause few acquaintances of that time are able to reminisce who John Major was. It is difficult to imagine where Prime Minister John Major was hiding during that first epoch. John's disappearance amongst the crowd becomes that much more perplexing when we realize the gene he must have inherited. His father, Tom Major was an actor with variety, and he lived his character in loud Shakespearean traditions.