Some things are meant to be. Boys will be boys, yadda, yadda, yadda. A few months back, Mark was in the process of renovating our master bath. He had the flooring up and was walking on the cross-beams. Well his foot slipped and and fell through the ceiling down below but didn't fall all the way through. My sister-in-law was walking out the door at the exact time it happened and drywall & debris fell on her and a hammer narrowly missed her. WHEW! Well today, he's renovating our guest bath upstairs (again) and this time our son falls through. Luckily he landed on this feet and has some minor skin scraping but no serious damages. I think he's in shock because he can't stop laughing about it. He narrowly missed landing on our small upright freezer. Which would have been a good thing now that I think about it because it would have broken his fall. I totally freaked out!! Falling wasn't the issue so much as to how hurt he could of been. I looked thru the hole and couldn't see him. Imagine my horror when Mark yells, Sylvia! Morgan's fallen through the floor/ceiling. Thank the Lord that he was OK. His parents must be living right. :0)
Plz keep them in your prayers that they don't kill themselves.
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