OK, so after Wednesday night Bible study, a group (40) of us go to Back Yard Burger. Judy, my sister, is setting in a booth just a few feet away when someone yells there's a mouse. Of course, Judy quickly pulls her feet up onto the seat. It wasn't long until I see the mouse right behind Judy's booth by the trash can. I remain calm and watch the gross thing run towards Judy's booth and into the back of it. Judy is not liking this at all. I tell everyone that mice don't bother me anymore as it is all mind over matter. I keep my feet on the floor and continue visiting with everyone.
About ten minutes later, I get up to go into a small side room to get the kids to come into the big area to sing happy birthday to someone. As I walk into the doorway to this room, guess what? You guessed it, that stinking mouse ran right between my feet. I jumped a little....but I was fine.........until that huge man eating creator turned around and ran right to me. His eyes had blood written on them. I just knew he was coming after me. SO...... I did what all men would do to save their life. I jumped up on chair. That's right a chair, just like my dad would have done. (See dad, I remembered something you taught me as a child. You would have been proud of me.)
So.... Here I am, all 6' 3" - 245 pounds of scared to death man, standing on a chair in front of 40 people who know me. I was making a weird sound of fear for my life. They are all laughing so hard. The place was loud and people were laughing at me. (I always thought it was wrong to make fun of someone.) So.....I take it like and man and let them make fun of me. I didn't care because I knew my dad would have been standing right beside me if he was there. For that matter, Raymond and the rest of my family would have been on a chair right beside me.
I finally hop the chair back towards where I was setting and get enough bravery to get down and set at the table. These "friends" and brothers and sisters in the Lord start saying, "I thought you weren't scared of mice any more." "Mind over matter"....etc..... They were still laughing at me. It really hurt, but again, I was only doing a survival tactic my brave wonderful father taught his children. I finally got my heart rate back to normal and finished the night off without further incident.
I'm sure I will not be able to sleep tonight as I will have night mares of that huge man eating mouse coming at me. I will see those big blood thirsty eyes looking at me. If that doesn't keep me up, then the reminder of people making fun of me will. I may be scared for LIFE.
Until next time, keep your feet up off the floor until you hear that wonderful sound, "SNAP." The sound of a trap eliminating a man eating creature.
About ten minutes later, I get up to go into a small side room to get the kids to come into the big area to sing happy birthday to someone. As I walk into the doorway to this room, guess what? You guessed it, that stinking mouse ran right between my feet. I jumped a little....but I was fine.........until that huge man eating creator turned around and ran right to me. His eyes had blood written on them. I just knew he was coming after me. SO...... I did what all men would do to save their life. I jumped up on chair. That's right a chair, just like my dad would have done. (See dad, I remembered something you taught me as a child. You would have been proud of me.)
So.... Here I am, all 6' 3" - 245 pounds of scared to death man, standing on a chair in front of 40 people who know me. I was making a weird sound of fear for my life. They are all laughing so hard. The place was loud and people were laughing at me. (I always thought it was wrong to make fun of someone.) So.....I take it like and man and let them make fun of me. I didn't care because I knew my dad would have been standing right beside me if he was there. For that matter, Raymond and the rest of my family would have been on a chair right beside me.
I finally hop the chair back towards where I was setting and get enough bravery to get down and set at the table. These "friends" and brothers and sisters in the Lord start saying, "I thought you weren't scared of mice any more." "Mind over matter"....etc..... They were still laughing at me. It really hurt, but again, I was only doing a survival tactic my brave wonderful father taught his children. I finally got my heart rate back to normal and finished the night off without further incident.
I'm sure I will not be able to sleep tonight as I will have night mares of that huge man eating mouse coming at me. I will see those big blood thirsty eyes looking at me. If that doesn't keep me up, then the reminder of people making fun of me will. I may be scared for LIFE.
Until next time, keep your feet up off the floor until you hear that wonderful sound, "SNAP." The sound of a trap eliminating a man eating creature.
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I GOT YOUR BACK BROTHER!!!....tightly as I join you on that chair!
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