Proof The Bible Is True

Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound of heart monitors in the emergency room, a far cry from the carols I thought I’d be listening to on Christmas Day.

That morning, on the ranch where I work, I found my boss, Bruce, slumped over in the front seat of his pickup truck, suffering from kidney stones.

I’d driven 40 miles to the closest ER. I called Bruce’s wife and told her he would be discharged soon.

“We’ll have the turkey waiting,” she said.

Bruce, his wife and two kids were like family to me. I lived next door, and we always shared a Christmas dinner together.

We’d exchanged a few gifts that morning before I’d hopped into the pickup with Bruce to feed the bulls.

He’d seemed fine at first, when we’d gone over our usual checklist. Hay bales, check. Hay hooks, check. Fuel…

Oh, no. I remembered Bruce checking the gauge before we’d headed out.

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