The Knock on my Door

One late November night there was a knock on my door. I yelled, "Come in," and the door opened. Standing there was one of my drinking pals, soaking wet and talking really fast. He seemed nervous. I got him some dry clothes as he began to tell me his story. He'd rolled his truck in a ditch of water. As he spoke I just kept thinking to myself, my kids and I could have been in that truck! My friend and I did everything together. His story scared the heck out of me.