vibrating chimes filled the silence as he shuffled through his book bag to find
the source. After seven rings and a few annoyed glances his way, he said "hello?"
The phone was accidentally (or maybe not accidentally) on speaker, and the
automated message about his doctor’s appointment at 2 filled the air. A few
minutes later he pecked out some numbers, closed his (flip) phone, then opened
it, pecked some more. "Hello?" A man’s voice said.
dad, is your power back on?”
it is! Thank the Lord!”
Praise him!” he declared.
five minutes later, the chimes began again. The phone was deep into the bag, so
he began dumping its contents out onto the table. Papers. Pens. A spiral notebook. A worn Bible. Newports. Trident. Seven chimes later he said, “hello?”
your toilet’s fixed. I had to order a part, but it’s good to go now.”
thank the Lord! It’s been three days.”
stayed awhile longer, motivation for work long gone, hoping I might catch some
more exciting news. Finally, I packed up my work, walked over to him, tapped
him on the shoulder and said, “I’m glad your toilet’s fixed.”
would you know, he looked at me, alarmed, like who are you and how would you