Be gone, Satan!
Monday, April 11, 2011
I wrote this story one morning after an interesting experience. I emailed this to my family, who got a good chuckle. Today, my daughter and I remember it and laugh. I thought I'd share it with you all. Hope it makes you smile today.
It was late. I had been pulling an all-nighter studying for an exam I knew I had the next day. I sat in silence working through every algebraic equation, struggling to comprehend the rationalization behind each solution. A faint song played on the radio as I tapped along to the beat. Suddenly, I heard a faint cry from the back of the house. I leapt to my feet and rushed toward the sound. I entered the blackness of the bed room as my eyes strained to adjust to the lack of light. I slowly approached my baby’s bed which lay in complete darkness. As my eyes began to adapt to the new surroundings I was struck with fear when I saw a blackened shadow looming over my baby’s bed. My mind raced with thoughts of exorcisms and child abductions as I observed this evil creature standing in such close proximity to my sleeping child. The shadowy figure turned, rose and advanced toward me. I reacted in fear and struck it. “Ow!” it cried in a familiar voice. My eyes adjusted further. It was my daughter, dressed in black. She had heard her brother’s cry and was checking on him when she turned to see a large dark form approaching. Startled and shocked, she went back to bed, wondering why I would strike her for being a good sister. I tried to apologize but all I could do was giggle.
The moral of the story: Don’t wear black to bed, or I’ll knock you out!