Last night I was in the bathroom minding my own business. As I finished up my “business” I noticed that I wasn’t alone in the bathroom. That can always be a bit of a startling discovery, but this particular visitor was a centipede.

I did what any rational person would do: I announced (with some vigor) “CENTIPEDE!”

My son in law came to the door to see if I needed help, which I did. My daughter’s house is a “no shoes” home and everyone tells me that centipedes are bad critters.

Dave dispatched it quickly. I figured he’d bring their hand held vacuum, but instead he used the bathroom scale and sliced it in two! Wow!

This all fits in with working my steps though. I saw the problem. I admitted that I couldn’t handle it on my own. I asked for help. Without Dave I might still be standing in the bathtub, but he saved the day (night?) and helped me to…

—Rise Up!!