Put It on a Table

     Some people probably have never had a tramatic experience in their life.  As I ponder of an experience that was tramatic to me, I think of this pipe.  I don't think I have ever really told anyone about this piece of pvc piping, but it saved my life.

     It was a stormy Tuesday morning in the month of August.  My sister and I were asleep in our comfy beds, when all of a sudden my bed jumped into the air.  Lightning had struck our house again.  I run into my sisiter's room next to mine and she tells me to go back to bed.  So I do.  It's about 9 or 10 in the morning and we go and watch some T.V.  About an hour later my mom runs into the house, she had been at work, and says "I've been calling you all day!"  We find out that our phone lines had been knocked out.  These were the days before everyone had cellphones.  So my sister walks into her room and SCREAMS!  My mom and I run in there and my sister says, "My floor is hot!"  My mom calls my dad and he straightly tells us, "Get what you want out of the house and stand as far away from the house as you can."  At about this time we started smelling smoke and started worrying.  Then my dad came home with row of firefighters right behind him.  After a long time of waiting, the firefighters put the fire out, and said there was little damage.  The reason was because of this pipe.

It's so amazing to think that this piece of pvc would ignite sights, smells, sounds and feelings from the past.  Every time I think of this piece of pipe, I praise God that he kept me and my sister safe and sound.  Also I see this moment of my life play in my head, over and over again.