My Story #69 - OUCH!

 

My Story #69

OUCH!

I do not know where this event took place, but it happened sometime back in the 1960s. We were at, I believe, a tent meeting somewhere, and each one of us in the Bluegrass Boys Quartet preached. One evening, it was Bro. Demas Brubacher's time to preach, and we were all listening to his message. He decided to emphasize a point, and he drew his hand into a fist and came down on the podium really hard to make the point loud and clear.

Little did he know that there was a small nail sticking up (sharp end up) on the podium. He stopped talking and slowly pulled his hand off the nail, and blood began to drip from his hand.

I may not remember the point he was making, but I certainly do remember that I will never forget how he made it.

 

My Story #68 - Whoa! Donkey!

My Story #68

Whoa! Donkey!

While traveling with the Bluegrass Boys Quartet, our travels took us several times to South Carolina. I believe it was on the way back home from South Carolina that this happened.

We were traveling, I believe it was Blue Ridge Parkway, over the hills and around sharp curves. Bob Jones was driving, as usual, and the rest of us were asleep. All at a sudden the car abruptly stopped. When we all were awake, we noticed a mule in the middle of the road.

Well, as you probably know, mules are stubborn. Bob honked his horn, and we did everything anyone could think in order to get this mule to move off the road so we could continue on our trip, but that mule was not moving.

So we waited. The mule finally decided, in his own time, to walk off the road, and we went on our way. I don't know what time we got home in the wee hours of the morning, but I am sure it must have been very close to the time to go to our first college class at 7:00 AM.