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DAVID BENTLEY'S WEEKLY COLUMN |
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THIS ADVENTURE CALLED LIFE
The children were in the den under the supervision of two young teens while the adults were sitting around the kitchen table. Happy sounds of laughter and energetic voices filled both rooms and the space in between. As I came out of the bathroom, one of the mothers asked from the doorway, "Where can I find a towel?" While she was not frantic, there was definitely an urgency to her voice. I asked what was wrong, and the mother replied, "Oh, nothing serious." I reached into the cabinet under the sink and quickly pulled out a well-worn pink towel. Handing it to the anxious mother, I followed her down the hallway toward the den. As I passed the kitchen, I noticed no other adults missing. Still, I stepped through the den doorway fearing the worst. There, on the linoleum by the back door, sat one of the smaller children in a pool of bubble blowing soap with a half empty blue plastic jar sitting a few inches away. One teen was mopping up the puddle with the pink towel while the mom was lifting her nonplused child up from the floor and reassuring everyone that everything was going to be okay. The other teen was huddled across the room with an anxious child under each arm. My heart quit pumping double time, and my stomach descended from my throat back into my abdominal cavity. However I had to exit the room quickly to avoid embarrassing the soap soaked child with my laughter. Soon the mother rejoined the rest of us in the kitchen, and laughter once again filled the entire house. The linoleum had never been cleaner, and there was enough soap left for more bubbles than anyone could catch. Someday we will all revisit the event with fondness. Until then, it will remain a quickly forgotten memory as we move on through this adventure called life.
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