Monday, June 8, 2009


"Oh,No!" he gasped as he surveyed the disaster before him. Never in his 40
years of life had he seen anything like it. How anyone could have
survived, he did not know.

He could only hope that somewhere amid the overwhelming destruction he
would find his 16 year-old son. Only the slim hope of finding Danny
kept him from turning and fleeing the scene. He took a deep breath and

Walking was virtually impossible with so many things strewn across his path. He
moved ahead slowly. "Danny! Danny!" he whispered to himself. He tripped
and almost fell several times. He heard someone, or something, move. At
least he thought he did. Perhaps, he was just hoping he did. He shook
his head and felt his gut tighten. He couldn't understand how this
could have happened.

There was some light but not enough to see very much. Something cold and wet
brushed against his hand. He jerked it away. In desperation, he took
another step then cried out, "Danny!"

From a nearby pile of unidentified material, he heard his son. "Yes, Dad," he said, in a voice so weak it could hardly be heard.

"It's time to get up and get ready for school," the man sighed, "and, for Heaven's sake, clean up this room!"

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