The Critical Hours
I was reminded this week about an incident with one of our sons that took place when he was about thirteen.
With judgment likely impaired by the bouncing hormones of adolescence, he and a friend found and decided to use a pellet gun to shoot at a gallery of glass canning jars. That in itself wasn’t a brilliant idea but it was compounded by the fact that they decided to do it in the rather confined space of our basement.
Ultimately one of the pellets ricocheted off a jar, a wall, and then hit my son’s friend square…
Posted on 08-06-15