...
I wouldn't be
here now.
How so?
Well ... for
no particular reason 
... a story my maternal grandfather once recounted to me - many years ago - came into my mind last night. And I thought I would share it with you all.
Apparently, he and some other lads had been playing
"slidies" on an ice-covered pond near their home in the [
then ] Renfrewshire countryside. Remember this was back in the 1890s ... a time when northern winters
really were absolutely
... and the ice was [usually] several inches thick!
Notwithstanding, (excuse the pun!) he must've trodden on a thinner patch and plunged through the crack into the frozen, murky depths below. Fearing his last moment had come - he told me his whole life seemed to "flash in front of his eyes"
at
that point - he was fortunate some of his mates had heard his yells "
...
...!!!" Next thing, he felt himself being yanked out by the shoulders.
... he'd certainly had a narrow escape from drowning that day.
As I've already mentioned, it's a l~o~o~ong time since my Grandpa Limpitlaw told me about this incident. Thankfully, for each member of the five generations since, he'd lived to tell the tale ... dying at the ripe old age of 97!!!!!!!
Originally Posted by Arthur Little
... I wouldn't be here now.
