As I drove to the hospital to visit my friend Billy during his chemo treatment, a stray lightning bolt struck a eucalyptus on the side of a wooded road. When the trunk collapsed 100 feet ahead, I skidded to a stop.
Out the door, I walked up to the tree and spotted an alabaster poodle cowering within the branches. I would have crushed this stray if the stray bolt didn’t strike. How did you survive? I spoke in a reverence as I scooped the lucky survivor up. I’ll name you Chance. We whipped around on a new route.
When Billy saw Chance, a smile bolted across his face. He could have gotten whiplash from that smile but that’s another copay. How do you feel, Billy? 100%. Never better he said with a dry chuckle like dry bark right before a forest fire. We all sat in the room together as the chemo dripped into Billy’s collapsing body.