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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 |