In Sunday School this weekend we were discussing the institution of the feast of unleavened bread in Exodus 13 which was a memorial of the Israelites leaving Egypt. Our teacher asked if we had memories of leaving a place. I told this story.
When I was 10 years old we lived in Corpus Christi, Texas. In August of 1970 we were hit directly by hurricane Celia. The hurricane destroyed our house with us in it. My Dad decided to relocate further south to the Rio Grande valley. While Mom and Dad took care of the move they sent my sister Cindy and me to Oklahoma to stay with our grandparents. My uncle and aunt came down from Oklahoma and picked us up to take us back.
During the 1,000 mile trip, somewhere in the middle of Texas, we stopped for gas and I got out to go to the restroom. Not realizing that I wasn't in the car, my uncle started to leave. When I came out of the restroom, all I could see was their tail lights heading out to the highway.
They quickly discovered my absence, however, and returned for me. They laugh about the incident to this day, always reminding me that my sister didn't say a word as they drove off and left me. They claim that they discovered my absence only because of the strange silence from the back seat. Apparently, my motor mouth hadn't shut up for the whole trip and not hearing my droning allerted them to my vacancy.
When I was 10 years old we lived in Corpus Christi, Texas. In August of 1970 we were hit directly by hurricane Celia. The hurricane destroyed our house with us in it. My Dad decided to relocate further south to the Rio Grande valley. While Mom and Dad took care of the move they sent my sister Cindy and me to Oklahoma to stay with our grandparents. My uncle and aunt came down from Oklahoma and picked us up to take us back.
During the 1,000 mile trip, somewhere in the middle of Texas, we stopped for gas and I got out to go to the restroom. Not realizing that I wasn't in the car, my uncle started to leave. When I came out of the restroom, all I could see was their tail lights heading out to the highway.
They quickly discovered my absence, however, and returned for me. They laugh about the incident to this day, always reminding me that my sister didn't say a word as they drove off and left me. They claim that they discovered my absence only because of the strange silence from the back seat. Apparently, my motor mouth hadn't shut up for the whole trip and not hearing my droning allerted them to my vacancy.
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I saw my chance and took it!!
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