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Panicked Preacher

In the late ’50s I was ­working construction, leveling the corner of a house that we had jacked about 4 inches above the ground. One of the jacks slipped and the house came down with a loud bang.

The next thing we knew, 
the owner, who was a minister, ran out and looked up at the 
sky. “I thought the Lord was ­coming!” he told us. We all had a good laugh.