You can’t leave men to their own devices. If you do, you don’t know what might happen. They are worse than children sometimes.
Sometimes our day starts a bit rough to say the least.My oldest son Eric was staying with and working for us for a while a few months back.
When one morning, bright and early, he caught his and Ray’s faces on fire.
Well, that is what happened. He caught their faces on fire.
Louise, a woman who works with us, and I were in the house getting ready to go on a job. Eric and Ray were outside getting the van loaded up, or we thought that was what they were doing anyway.
All of a sudden, we heard a BOOM. It sounded like a shotgun going off.
Louise asked, “What was THAT?”I said, “I don’t know”, while looking out the window.
I saw all this fire coming from our burn barrel and several scattered fires all around in the yard.
Then to my heart stopping horror, I saw my son laying flat on the ground! I went running out the door with Louise right behind me. Ray was standing over him with his hand on Eric’s chest.
I thought they had accidentally put an aerosol can in the fire, even though Ray is always very careful about not doing that, and I also thought the explosion had knocked my son down.I saw Ray was up and walking and okay, so I ran to my Eric. Oh! His poor beard and mustache were singed to a nub, as was most of his hair. His face was a bit red, but he was breathing and talking. Just laying there with his eyes closed.So then I said to Ray (well, the word said is very tame word. I more like yelled it) “WHAT were you guys DOING?”He said, “Well, the cardboard was wet, so we put gasoline on it.”Oh my! THEN I was a bit angry. I said/yelled, “Two grown men? You both knew better than that!”You see, it was kind of like when a child runs out into traffic. When you reach them, you don’t know weather to spank them or hug them, and usually you do both at the same time. That was the exact sensation I was feeling.Anyway, to make a long story short, when the wet cardboard wouldn’t light, they dumped gas on there then put the lid on. When the fire still didn’t take off, they took the lid off and my son put his lighter in the barrel to try and light a piece of the cardboard.
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