By Michelle Wyckoff
Door knobs. Something I take for granted in the grand scheme of things when it comes to running my household. I have fourteen door knobs in my house and each one is 30 years old. I never gave them a second thought or passing glance until I came home one day and one of them was gone. That's right, just... gone.
After driving 80 miles from Shanna's with a 24 oz cup of iced coffee, naturally the first place I headed for, once in the house, was the bathroom. It was 6:45 p.m. I went in and flung the door closed behind me (like I always do), then headed for the car to unload. I never made it that far. When I grabbed for the doorknob to exit the bathroom it was gone. The only thing there was the bolt-no knobs. My trusty handyman had come to fix it, but try as he might, the antique door knob whipped him. No problem, I thought, as I tried to slide it out of the shut position to the open position. What a foolhardy notion!
The first thing that came to mind was "Don't panic, just call someone." Ha! My phone was still in the car. I don't go down the sidewalk to the mailbox without my phone! It's always in my pocket! Not this time. Reality hit me like a bus. Fortunately, my desk chair from the office was in there. I use it because it takes forever to dry my hair. Thankful for my hair, I sat on the chair and wondered how long I'd been in there. It had to have been hours. I'd been in there so long I got thirsty, which is what landed me there in the first place. Still, a nice refreshing glass of cold water would be lovely...with a cheeseburger.
I sat on my desk chair and whispered' "please Lord, how do I get out of here..." Right away He answered me, "Turn around and look to your right..." Duh! I turned around and saw the two knobs sitting on the edge of the tub. All I had to do was stick one in the bolt and turn it! Before turning the knob, I thanked Him from the bottom of my heart. The first place I went was to the clock. It was 7:05.
May you be living the good life, Shane Lessenden!