Proof The Bible Is True

“A lost cell phone on a cold, rainy day in the woods turns out to be blessing in disguise.”

Cell phones can be a pain in the neck. Whenever I seem to need mine, I can never find it. And this was one of those times, standing by my SUV shivering and wet.

It was whitetail hunting season—a day my three buddies and I had been anticipating for months.

We parked our SUVs on a private, rural lot just after dawn and hiked two miles—lugging rifles and backpacks filled with food, water, flashlights, extra clothing, twoway radios and, yes, cell phones—into the Pennsylvania State Game Lands wilderness.

The weather was overcast and chilly, but we were determined to get us some deer.

We weren’t in the woods but an hour before we lost our will for the hunt. The wind started, and then the rain. Oh, did it pour!

The four of us huddled like soaked dogs under a stand of hemlocks before we gave up and slogged an hour back down the now-muddy mountain we had climbed.

Now, hunching under the raised hatch of my SUV, I stripped off my wet clothing and quickly changed into dry clothes. From force of habit I reached into my backpack for my cell phone. I felt around. Nothing there. I checked and double-checked.

I knew that I had packed it before we headed out. Somehow, the phone must have fallen out of my bag at the spot where we had hunkered down in the woods, near the hemlock trees.

“I have two options,” I told my friends. “One, I can forget the phone. Even if I hiked back to the stand of hemlocks and found it, it would probably be ruined by now.

“But I’m a stubborn guy. I can hike back up the mountain, in this pouring rain, and scrounge around in the brush trying to find it. I’m leaning toward option two.”

My friend Bill thought I was crazy but insisted for safety’s sake that he come along.

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