I possess the power to stop time. Crazy, right? I would have thought so too – had I not experienced it. This is some “Unbreakable” shit I’m talking about.
For your consideration:
I was standing near the bottom of the steps that lead upstairs in my home. My wife was getting our 2yr old son ready for bed. As I sipped my coffee and watched the weather report, I could hear them in his bedroom laughing and chatting. The scene was nothing more then ordinary.
On the TV, they were predicting some nasty weather. “Great…” I thought to myself. I had to leave for work in an hour and was running through the evening in my head.
From over my shoulder I heard the familiar patter of my son’s feet as he ran around playfully – I knew he was goading my wife into chasing him.
“WATCH OUT!” my wife called. There was panic in her voice.
I turned my head and out of the corner of my eye I saw our son’s feet slide off the top landing of the steps.
Time stopped. He appeared suspended in the air.
He was wearing his pajamas and socks. Obviously he had run away from her towards the steps but couldn’t stop as his socks slid on the hard wood floor. His expression was changing from laughter to confusion.
His body lowered in the air a tiny bit as the clock ticked forward. He reached for something, anything, to grab – but there was nothing but air.
I spun on my heels and extended my arm, hooking him under his arms and stopping his decent. His face just barely made contact with the top of the second step as I lifted him.
The clock ticked forward.
I held him to my chest and examined him. Nothing seemed broken. Nothing was bleeding. He was startled but already calming down. Injuries amounted to a fat lip that lasted less then 24hrs.
And I never spilled a drop of coffee.