little fire?
My dad asking me to help him burn back two acres of their prairie.
That was some mighty scary shit.
I tried to look cool and capable and not like some big city pussy, but
I admit, I was alarmed. For good reason as it turned out.
After giving me a glance over, he said, "Good. Looks like you're
wearing cotton. If you had rayon on and caught on fire, you'd go up like a human torch. I don't think you'd be able to do acting anymore."
Confidence-inspiring. Thanks, dad.
I, ultimately, was fine. My dad, on the other hand, singed off his
eyebrows and the tongue of hair he has over his forehead when a huge
blaze flared up at a particularly strong gust of wind.
Sweet Christ in heaven.
He's planning on doing this every year from here on out now that I'm
nearby to help.
Pray for me.
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