Grampa’s stories #20

Just in Time

I want to share some thoughts with you before telling about my experience. My dad used to tell a story about when he was a young man. There were homes being built behind his house. He liked to play there and jump from one cement wall to the other. His mom told him not to do that because it was unsafe, but he didn’t listen. more 



When I was just a little boy, my family would go on ward picnics on occasion. Mom prepared fried chicken or sloppy Joe’s and all the fixings. We spread out a cloth on the table in the pavilion and had a delightful meal visiting with all our friends and ward members. We used to do this in Castle Valley, too. I remember once when I was young still living in Salt Lake, we went to East MillCreek Park and were having a delightful picnic as a ward. The activities committee brought the fixings to make root beer with dry ice. The dark liquid bubbled and foamed when the dry ice was placed in a large beverage dispenser. My friends and I learned that we could blow smoke if we put a small piece of dry ice in our mouths. But I had to keep it moving in my mouth, because it was so cold it would burn my tongue. We were warned not to swallow the dry ice, because if you did it could burn a hole in your stomach. Well, the thrill of blowing dry ice smoke out my very own mouth was too tempting to resist. So my friends and I blew ‘smoke’ in the air just like a dragon. It was really great! Then, somehow I accidentally swallowed the dry ice that was in my mouth. Ooops. 


At first I thought maybe I should go tell my parents. I was standing out by the parked cars, and soon my stomach really started hurting, and it was progressively getting worse. Then at the height of my pain as I thought I could take no more…BBRRRRPPPPPP


Oh. That feels so much better.


I realized that burping could relieve the pressure that was causing all the pain.


BBRRPPP.  BBRRPPP. BBRRPPP.  


Before long I was back to normal. 


Listening to your mother and father is important and will always bless you. 

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