Batteries




	WRITE 2 THE HEART Stories that are aimed "Write 2 the Heart" January 13, 2004 Cheryl Speir, Editor, moderator@write2theheart.com ----------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to your latest issue of "Write 2 the Heart." You are receiving this newsletter because you requested a subscription or a friend generously forwarded their copy to you. All new subscribers will receive a free downloadable copy of the e-cookbook, “Write 2 the Heart of the Chocolate Lover.” To subscribe send a blank e-mail to: subscribe@write2theheart.com. ------------------------------------------------------------ Was he merely forgetful or was Ginger’s husband in trouble? While waiting to hear the answer, fear was snaking itself into her life and emotions. ------------------------------------------------------------ Batteries Not Included By Ginger Boda ------------------------------------------------------------ As I called the number for the tenth time, I could feel fear take hold of my body. Each time I called I was transferred to my husband's voice mail. Frustrated, I tried my brother's phone, but got the same response. By this time, my sister-in-law, Sandy, and I were extremely worried. Mark and my brother, Tom, assured us that they'd call as soon as they passed Catalina. Dean, the boat's owner, and Tony had accompanied our husbands on the trip. Since all four had cell phones, I thought, surely one of them would've called by now. I knew they were excited about catching lobster on their overnight trip, but now things were beginning to look fishy to me. Fishing for lobster was best done between midnight and dawn. The crew of four dropped their nets as they trolled for hours, taking turns catching catnaps in between pulling up nets filled with lobster, cod, and seaweed. They were working and laughing when, suddenly, all the boat lights went out. The brand new battery failed. Eerily, every cell phone on board went dead at the same time. Dean checked the boat's back up battery, but to his surprise, found it lifeless, as well. "What happened?" Tony asked. Dean shrugged his shoulders in bewilderment. It didn't make any sense. Each participated in troubleshooting the problem, but to no avail. Without a battery the bait began to spoil in the built-in live bait tank. There they were anchored in the middle of a dark ocean, with only a couple of flashlights. Unable to call for help, they were left to hope that a passing vessel might see them and offer assistance. Even though our fisherman had been gone for more than twenty- four hours, we hadn't heard a single word from them. I could've kicked myself for assuming they would be fine. I should've written down Dean's phone number, I thought, but remembered that another friend might be able to help. I was a nervous wreck by late afternoon, but some relief came when Jeff rattled off Dean's home phone number. When Dean's wife answered the phone, I held my breath while I inquired about our wandering wayfarers. "Oh, yeah, they just got back," she casually responded. My eyes got big, as I gave Sandy a "thumbs up." We both seemed to exhale at the same time. "That's great, Kathy, may I speak to Mark?" My tired husband no sooner held the phone to his ear, than I began a tirade of scolding for his not calling me. "We were so worried, Mark! How could you forget to phone home?" I chided. He explained that all of the cell phones went dead, as did the boat batteries. Apparently his bag had fallen into a pool of water on board, completely saturating his wallet and cell phone, as well. As I was digesting this information, Mark rambled on about "Jake this and Jake that." "Who the heck is Jake?" I questioned. "Oh, Jake's our 5 pound anniversary dinner, honey!" Mark proudly announced. "Well, get him and his buddies home, will ya? Sandy and I were beside ourselves all night," I responded. As our weary husbands walked in the door, hugs abounded and the story unfolded once again. It was obvious that something strange had happened out on that ocean. Fortunately, a ship had come to their rescue, after seeing the feeble flicker of their flashlights. Triple A was contacted to jump the boat's dead battery. Once the engine was started, the stranded crew headed home. As we all contemplated the weirdness of our fishermen's tale, we concluded that the boys must have been victims of a "Catalina Triangle." What else could it have been? Although Mark's cell phone was definitely water damaged, the lobster trip was successful. With Jake as our "dinner guest," all the worry seemed worthwhile. We decided that we would replace Mark's cell phone battery as soon as possible, yet mutual decisions don't always seem to hold up. While watching television the next day, Mark and I were startled by a loud "POP," that shook the house. Thinking it came from outside, Mark went to investigate. As I noticed smoke coming from the kitchen, a putrid smell filled the house. Fearing that we had a fire, I yelled for Mark to come back inside. When we opened the oven door, a look of guilt covered my husband's face. There on the walls of my oven were the remains of his battery! "Oh, I forgot I put it in there," Mark sheepishly explained. "Really? WHY did you put your battery in my oven?" I was fuming, now. He told me that a friend suggested a short warming in the oven might bring a damaged battery back to life. Unfortunately, Mark clicked broil instead of bake, then FORGOT all about it. I never heard of such a thing in my life, and I would have thought this was just another fisherman's tale if I hadn't been there myself. I still don't know whether or not my oven works, and Mark has yet to repair his cell phone. The only thing of which I am sure is that Jake started the whole thing. We marry for better or worse, and don't intend to jump ship over fish tales, cell phones, or the fact that men do have a mind of their own, yet I do believe that some men should be labeled "batteries not included." Ginger Boda Rhymerbabe @ aol.com You are encouraged to write to the authors to let them know what you think of their story, just remember to remove the space before and after the @ symbol. The space is placed in the address to protect our writers from viruses and email harvesting programs. Have a comment on today's story? Send it to: moderator@write2theheart.com ---------------------------------------------------------------- Ginger is an award winning author for Starfish, and a contributor to various online publications, such as Heartwarmers, Ripplemakers, 2theheart, and Storytime_Tapestry, and Insight of the Day. She weaves faith, traditions and humor into her stories and poetry, striving to lift the spirit and cheer the heart. One of her stories, The Ring of Love will be featured in the upcoming book entitled “Chicken Soup For The Bride's Soul”, which will be released in January 2004. Ginger's published stories on Write2theHeart are; A Star is born, Baby's Day Out, Fireworks of Destiny, Wake Up Call, Against All Odds, Just One More Day, and Birthday Flower Attack. She resides in Southern California with her husband Mark of 27 years, and three grown children, a dog, a cat, a bird, and a lot of fish in the freezer -------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- Military Prayer Reminder --------------------------------------------------------------- As you read over this list of names, please take that moment to pray for these young people and their families: Chris Speir Tim Speir Alan Thaddeaus Howard Todd Holland Graham William Julie Sagel Jessie Marshal Thompson Jason Eric Hernandez Kristin Danielson Ken Prieur Ryan Jonathan P. Wells Please continue to pray for our country, our leaders, and our troops at this time. If you have loved ones in the military, or who are being called to go overseas, send their names (first and last or first only) to be included in our prayer reminder. --------------------------------------------------------------- Cheryl's Corner On New Years Eve, I had decided to take it easy. I relaxed with my coffee and decided there was no reason to rush to get dressed. When the doorbell rang, I let David deal with it. I don’t think anyone wants to see me barefoot and in my nightshirt. David came to me with a big smile on his face, “You will never guess who is here to see you!” Rose Wade-Schambach, a contributor to Write 2 the Heart and my best friend since high school, was here with her husband John. Any time we get to see each other is a precious gift. We spent a wonderful day catching up on news and doing what we do best, bargain shopping. We decided that when we reach “that certain age” we would take rooms next to each other in the nursing home and start our own Red Hat Society. I can just picture the staff constantly coming to our rooms to warn us to keep the laughter down. Her sweet husband, John, treated us to some the best oyster po’boys I have had in a long time. They left me with a box of delicious chocolates. Selfish me hid them in my bedroom so I can savor each one without having to share. God Bless, Cheryl ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------- © 2004 Write 2 the Heart Nothing may be reproduced or published without the written permission of the individual author or copyright owner. All rights belong to the authors. ---------------------------------------------------------------