By Ronnie Wolfe
My father worked in the city (Covington, Kentucky) and stayed there all
through the work week. He came home on Friday evening. One Friday
evening he came home, but he went immediately to the barn to do some
work before he came to the house.
I was anxious to see him, so I
decided to go to the barn. In my excitement, as fast as I could, I
started toward the barn. I went out of the house and across our front
porch. When I got to the edge of the porch, I was stepping off the porch
and lost my balance.
As I stepped off the porch, I saw
immediately a rough rock making its way up from the ground right into my
face. Actually, I was falling toward the big, rough rock, and that rock
slapped me right in the face as I fell to the ground directly on my
When I began to cry very loudly, my father ran as fast as
he could to me, picked me up, checked my nose and said, "I think he
broke his nose." Then he carried me into the house.
My nose really hurt, but I was at least in my father's arms preferred and protected. That was all I wanted.