My brother Mark, resident of the snow thumped Upstate New York, recently sent an e-mail I thought worth mentioning.
His 82 year old neighbor got up on his barn, trying to get the snow off the roof to relieve the building of some weight.
Well, his neighbor fell off the roof.
Oh, don’t get this wrong, I’m not writing this as a prayer request. The neighbor wasn’t hurt in the least.
And this isn’t really a praise report either, as there wasn’t much miraculous in an 82 year old falling off a barn and suffering no injuries. Well, at least not this winter.
You see, he fell a total of two feet into the snow drift that had engulfed his barn.
Two feet up.
If you’re gonna fall off a barn, that is the way to do it.
Below is a picture taken on my brother’s property.
Now, don’t go all feeling sorry for my relatives (they’ve been competing, what with Mark’s drifts, Matt and Mike’s windy Colorado snow, Mary’s iced roads, and… well, I have ten siblings with rivaling winter stories).
You see, we’ve had it rough here in Southern California ourselves. As Cath pointed out, it is nearly impossible to shovel snow in eighty degree weather.
You try it some time.
Just my thoughts,