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Flash! Fl-Flash! A storm is on the way!
“About how far is it?”
“About a half-hour away.”
The thunder rumbled.
“Is God angry?” my son asked.
*** It was my 10th birthday. My whole family was there. Mom came out with a cake and everyone was singing “Happy Birthday” to me. Just before I blew out the candles, the lights went out. I saw my dad walk out of the room. I heard him getting the lantern, and walking to the circuit breaker.
After a little bit of time, “&$#*@ GOD!!! WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?!?!”
The lights went back on, and shortly after, my dad came back to rejoin us.
“What was that all about?” my mom asked him.
“I don't know,” he replied. “It keeps going out more and more often.”
*** The next day I awoke to my mother quickly opening the door. “Get up and get in the cellar!” she demanded.
“Wha-why?” I asked half-asleep. “It's Saturday.” I rolled over.
“GET UP!” she yelled as she tore off the blankets.
I fell out of bed, and almost did a face-plant on the floor.
“C'MON! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!”
*** As I got outside, I saw a swirling form of doom! God's wrath was upon this place.
I heard my dad mumbling things. “Is God angry?” I asked.
“Yes, and I will fight him. I don't care what he thinks.”
“God will win.”
“DON'T EVEN GIVE ME THAT BALONEY! NOW GET IN THE CELLAR!!!”
My family and I, except my dad, went in the cellar... I never saw him again.
*** “DAD!”
“Huh-what?”
“Is God angry?” my son asked again.
“Yes he is, and I will accept his judgment. C'mon, we'll get in the cellar.”
“About how far is it?”
“About a half-hour away.”
The thunder rumbled.
“Is God angry?” my son asked.
After a little bit of time, “&$#*@ GOD!!! WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?!?!”
The lights went back on, and shortly after, my dad came back to rejoin us.
“What was that all about?” my mom asked him.
“I don't know,” he replied. “It keeps going out more and more often.”
“Wha-why?” I asked half-asleep. “It's Saturday.” I rolled over.
“GET UP!” she yelled as she tore off the blankets.
I fell out of bed, and almost did a face-plant on the floor.
“C'MON! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!”
I heard my dad mumbling things. “Is God angry?” I asked.
“Yes, and I will fight him. I don't care what he thinks.”
“God will win.”
“DON'T EVEN GIVE ME THAT BALONEY! NOW GET IN THE CELLAR!!!”
My family and I, except my dad, went in the cellar... I never saw him again.
“Huh-what?”
“Is God angry?” my son asked again.
“Yes he is, and I will accept his judgment. C'mon, we'll get in the cellar.”
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