A Day in the Life

Michelle Wyckoff - Community Columnist
Published Tuesday, March 22, 2016

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!         

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