01-12-2021, 09:26 AM
Diana and I were living with the folks when we got back from college. I remember one morning, we were all gathered around the table except for John. He was coming in from the bedroom with a cup of coffee in his hand. As he hit the kitchen floor, I guessed it was pretty slick for sock feet and his feet went out from under him and he went straight down. We all bounced up to check on him. He was sitting straight leg on the floor and managed not to spill a single drop from his cup. It was about 1/2 full. That was impressive.