Two conversations recently juxtaposed to make me recall something from long ago.

The first involved a question raised about angels. See, a friend of mine knows someone who claims to see and talk to them on a regular basis. He was wondering what we thought of that idea.

The second was when my 18 year old son told me he was four wheeling earlier this week with some drunk friends and they rolled a truck. Fortunately he wasn’t hurt, he landed on his head.

So while considering the stupidity of my son, it occurred to me that many people would say “oh he must have had a guardian angel watching over him”. I think maybe he did, but I am reasonably sure that the angel is also calling him a dumb ass, like I did.

But in fairness, I have been just as stupid in my life, and the accident reminded me of one I was in when I was 17…

There I was….

My best friend Steve and I went for a drive one day. We had borrowed a van from Bob Binford, our Young Life leader. It was as I recall a Ford 1/2 or 3/4 ton van, configured for construction use, with a large rack on top for hauling lumber. We were on a mission to procure some gravel from a large mound of it that we had noticed up a windy road in Los Gatos. So we drove up the road, parked and loaded more then a few buckets into the back of the van.

We jumped in to head home and discovered a dead battery. We flagged down a passing motorist, but their cables would not work. It was then I discovered that side post terminals are a real pain in the rear. We walked a few miles to a friend (a teacher actually) of Steve’s and they drove us back to the van where they too failed to jump start it.