I grew up in a small town of 1,500 people.
One of the nice things about living in a village is that if you own one thing that others don’t, you are cool–and if by some miracle you have two, then you are rich.
I was on the junior high school basketball team.
A friend of mine lived right outside town and had a barn adjacent to his house. His parents had built, in the hayloft, a basketball court, complete with two hoops and a lovely wood floor.
It was magnificent.
I’m sure if I saw it today, it would appear rustic and dank. But to us, born in a little burg, it was Madison Square Haygarden.
My friend had never invited me up to play basketball. Other members of the team had been numerous times, but I was never included.
It hurt my feelings.
So one day when I was at his house, I just popped off with the question. “Hey, why don’t we go out to the barn and play some basketball?”
My friend was nervous but agreed. So we climbed up the steps, onto the court, and were bouncing and shooting away, when suddenly the floor just beneath my feet broke through and I fell straight down through the hole, catching myself by my armpits.
There I was, legs dangling to the floor beneath, wedged into a small opening, unable to get myself out.
Finally my friend was able to gather three or four other guys, along with his dad, to pull me out of the crevice and set me back onto firm lumber.
My friend then explained that this was why he had never invited me to the basketball court–he knew I was too heavy and might break through, but kept praying the whole time that everything would be okay.
I learned two valuable lessons that day:
- If you’re going to be fat, sometimes you’ll be left out of the skinny games.
- Prayer doesn’t always keep you from falling through the cracks…and dangling by your pits.
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