You can never predict the future with certainty. Too many things can intervene.

 

Life has its ups and downs. You live for today, and wonder about . . .

 

 

The Day After

 

“Yes, I can do that. I’ll get to it the first thing Monday morning.”

I hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

It looked like I’d have a weekend free of work responsibilities.

I cleared my desk and stared out the window.

Beautiful clouds draped the horizon.

 

I thought about what tomorrow might bring.

When I awoke the next day, everything seemed as it should be, nothing unusual.

Breakfast was casual, the weather was fine.

It appeared that an ordinary Saturday lay ahead—

No special projects to do, calls to be made, or people to see.

 

I felt blessed, as I thought about relaxing and enjoying my new found freedom.

Then the phone rang. I picked it up off the kitchen table and said, “Hello.”

At first nobody responded, but then . . .

“You must listen to me,” a voice demanded.

“Who are you?” I asked, somewhat confused.

 

“I am the answer to your prayers, the designer of your future.”

“What does that mean?” I queried.

“You are mine, and you must do as I say.”

“I refuse to continue this conversation, unless you tell me who you are.”

And then everything went dark.

 

“You’re his savior, doctor,” a nurse in blue scrubs sung out.

“I just did my job. Caught the brain aneurysm just in time.”

“If it had burst, we would have lost him,” she said, her voice quivering.

“Yes, he was lucky. For now he has a future.”

And the day after glowed with promise.

 

 

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