Telephone

As a boy, I spent time with my grandmother. In her hallway, a small wooden stand with a rotary dial telephone. When it rang, the first and second ring elicited no response from Grandma. On the third or fourth ring, she set aside her reading or knitting … Fifth …. Sixth ring, she levered herself from her chair … Seven … Eight … Nine … Grandma stood next to the telephone …. Ten … Grandma picked up the receiver, “Hello?” I asked her why she waited until the tenth ring. “If I answer any sooner, people come to expect it. I will not be made to race about.”

Go in peace to love and serve The Lord!

Josh