When You’ve Got to Go
My dad was going to fix something on the ceiling of my room and had to go into the attic.
He had me sit right below where he was going to work so that I could help him find the correct spot in the attic—but I had to go to the bathroom.
I quickly went and when I came back, I couldn’t believe my eyes. My dad had fallen through the ceiling and was sitting in a pile of drywall and insulation in the exact spot where I had been just moments ago.
He ended up being pretty much perfectly fine besides a couple of scratches and bruises, but if I was still sitting there, I probably would have been seriously hurt if not killed; I was only in elementary school at the time.
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