Post by Tel on Feb 6, 2012 13:55:24 GMT
Not too long ago I was awakened at 3 a.m. by a loud pounding on the door. After I had slowly come to my senses, mustered the courage to go answer the door. There on my porch was a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain,asking for a push.
"Not a chance" I said. "It’s three o’clock in the morning!"
Frustrated at the sleep I just lost, I closed the door and returned to bed.
"Who was that?" asked my wife, as I crawled back under the dry covers.
"Just some drunk guy asking for a push," I answered.
"Did you help him?" she asked.
"No, I did not. It is three o’clock in the morning and pouring outside."
"Well, you have a short memory," my wife said. "Can’t you remember about three months ago when we broke down and two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!"
She was right. So I got up, dressed, and went out into the pounding rain.
"Hello, are you still there?" I called out into the dark, almost hoping there would be no reply.
"Yes," a voice answered.
I sighed. "Do you still need a push?"
"Yes, please!"
"Where are you?" I asked.
"Over here, on the swing!"
