This morning I woke up rather early, as I often do. It was 4.20am when I slipped out of bed and went downstairs. “Where are my slippers?” I asked myself. I have this idiosyncrasy in which I greatly dislike walking around the house with my feet only in socks. No slippers to be found anywhere downstairs. After a trip to the gym for my morning workout, I returned home to shower and get ready for the day. Again I looked for my slippers. No result. “Tam, have you seen my slippers by any chance?” I asked. She replied, “They are on the coat pegs.”
“Ahh, that’s where that pesky Phil had hidden my slippers after thethirdplace last night.”
Today I’m thankful for Phil (and his wife Elaine), for the friendship and little practical jokes he plays. He’s a big kid just like me. Much quieter than I am, but there’s wisdom and love in that man which I admire.
Thanks Phil. You’re a great guy to hang with and pray with and have a laugh with.
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