We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Enough snow had come down that my Dad took the family out to look for a hill just right for my first breezy trip on the new snow disc. We found one thick with snow, and tall enough to make this nine-year-old's tummy tickle. Could I really trust myself to this metal creme-filled doughnut that was really only half a doughnut and no filling? More thrilled than scared, I made it to the top of the hill, sat in the disc, and pushed off with my hands. Down I went! Down! Down! Down! Waving at the birds, Eating fluffs of powder, Heart pounding out of my chest! The ride took days, past clouds, o'er the blue, rattling 'round the moguls, UNTIL... I left the hill and started scooting across the parking lot, nearly slaloming through a tunnel that turned out to be the belly of a car. Mom was adamant. "Let's find a new hill! And that's FINAL!" At least the parking lot was outside of a hospital. I didn't have too far to go to the morgue. Thank The Lord, I'm still alive! From the sweat beads and tears on my mother's cheeks, I'd say she agrees with me. by Jay O'Toole On August 22nd, 2018 |