When Trees Attack

(circa the early 1970's)
 
Dad went trout fishing with a buddy.
 
Buddy says,
 
“Bill,  move to the fishing hole
 
25 feet upstream.”
 
Dad  moves and
 
a large Oak Tree falls
 
EXACTLY
 
where Dad had previously been fishing.
 
Had Dad not heeded his buddies suggestion,
 
he would have been
 
crushed,
compressed,
distorted,
smashed,
pounded,
 
flattened as a pancake.
 
Life passes quickly.
Appreciate the small blessings.
Enjoy every day……

Always put syrup on 
your pancakes 
with gratitude.