Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Bronzy Locks and the Three Chairs

Once upon a time in a city not too far away, a family went to church on Christmas Eve. Just as they arrived, their red-headed son's Convaid Wheelchair broke. The metal cross bar under the chair cracked in half. The mother, in her panic, contacted the medical supply salesman, simultaneously praying for forgiveness for texting in church.

Over the next week, different chairs were suggested and tried. One pink chair did not have transit ties for the bus, and the brothers of the boy cried, "Thank goodness!" A blue one so large, the red-headed boy's father fought him for it. Finally, after much searching, a blue one was found in just the right size. Although a loaner, it will work just fine.

THE END.


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