It won′t fall
I remember when drinking used to be part of my life, but that all changed when I repented and gave my life to Christ. Back then, a night out with friends almost always involved alcohol. One particular night stands out in my memory. We had just finished drinking, but I kept my intake low so I could see the road clearly. The rain had poured heavily earlier, leaving the streets wet and muddy. By the time we left the bar, it was already dark, and all we had was a dim torchlight to guide us home.
As we walked, I kept cautioning my friend to put away his beer bottle so he wouldn’t get more intoxicated, but he paid no attention. He was holding on to it like it was the most precious thing in the world. The road was slippery, and puddles of rainwater filled the usual spots. We moved carefully, but my torchlight battery was running low. Just as we reached a particularly tricky junction, the light finally died. I quickly turned to a nearby shop, hoping to get new batteries before we continued.
In the brief moment I got distracted, I completely forgot about my friend. The next thing I heard was a loud splash, followed by the sound of someone struggling to get up. I turned around to see him sprawled in a large puddle of stagnant water. But what shocked me the most was that, even in his fall, he still held the beer bottle high, making sure not a drop spilled.
I couldn’t hold back my laughter. I reached out and helped him up, and we both burst into laughter, walking the rest of the way home.
As we walked, I kept cautioning my friend to put away his beer bottle so he wouldn’t get more intoxicated, but he paid no attention. He was holding on to it like it was the most precious thing in the world. The road was slippery, and puddles of rainwater filled the usual spots. We moved carefully, but my torchlight battery was running low. Just as we reached a particularly tricky junction, the light finally died. I quickly turned to a nearby shop, hoping to get new batteries before we continued.
In the brief moment I got distracted, I completely forgot about my friend. The next thing I heard was a loud splash, followed by the sound of someone struggling to get up. I turned around to see him sprawled in a large puddle of stagnant water. But what shocked me the most was that, even in his fall, he still held the beer bottle high, making sure not a drop spilled.
I couldn’t hold back my laughter. I reached out and helped him up, and we both burst into laughter, walking the rest of the way home.