After the storms last night, this story showed up in my email this morning and I though it was worth posting:
“Oh, no!” he gasped as he surveyed the disaster before him. Never in his 50 years of life had he seen anything like it. How anyone could have survived he did not know.
He could only hope that somewhere amid the overwhelming destruction he would find his 16-year-old son. Only the slim hope of finding Danny kept him from turning and fleeing the scene. He took a deep breath and proceeded.
Walking was virtually impossible with so many things strewn across his path. He moved ahead slowly. “Danny! Danny!” he whispered to himself. He tripped and almost fell several times.
He heard someone, or something, move. At least he thought he did. Perhaps, he was just hoping he did. He shook his head and felt his gut tighten.
He couldn’t understand how this could have happened. There was some light but not enough to see very much. Something cold and wet brushed against his hand. He jerked it away.
In desperation, he took another step then cried out, “Danny!”
From a nearby pile of unidentified material, he heard his son. “Yes, Dad,” he said, in a voice so weak it could hardly be heard.
“It’s time to get up and get ready for school,” the man sighed, “and, for heaven’s sake, clean up this room!”
So, for all of you who had little or only minor damage from those wild winds and hail, consider this: your child’s room may be the worst disaster you will face today.
Prayer for the day: Merciful God, thank you for the ability to laugh at ourselves a bit and to recognize that life’s storms do pass. Amen.
PS: the story came from Mikey’s Funnies, www.mikeysFunnies.com
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