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----- Original Message -----
From: "Vicki and The Rors" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Sunday, September 04, 2005 10:37 PM
Subject: Re: Dead In The Water


> Now I'll never be able to drink bottled water with the same altitude.
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> Vicki
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> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Phil Scovell" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Sunday, September 04, 2005 8:41 PM
> Subject: [ECHURCH-USA] Dead In The Water
>
>
>> Here is a true story.  You will find many such true stories on my
>>
>> www.redwhiteandblue.org
>>
>> website.  Go there and click on the first link which is called Items Of
>> Interest To The Blind.  Then click on the link called As The Blind See
>> It.
>> You will find over 50 such stories and if you are blind and have a story
> to
>> add, please feel free to email it to me.  Now, for the rest of my story.
>>
>> What's In The Bottle?
>>
>>
>> By Phil Scovell
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>      The pastor stopped and came in.  "Let me get a bottle of
>> water out of the garage for my wife," I said, "and I'll be ready
>> to go."  He said ok and I walked to the door going into our
>> attached garage.  We had a water distiller and I had moved it into
>> our garage, since we had no basement in our new home, and this
>> way, we could keep the heat that the machine generated out of the
>> house.  Closing the door behind me and carrying the quart bottle
>> into the kitchen, I walked toward the sink where I planned on
>> setting the bottle down.
>>
>>      "Hey," the pastor said as I neared the sink, "let me see that
>> bottle.  I turned and held it up.  I figured he was just looking
>> at the label that was still on the bottle that I was now using to
>> keep my distilled water in.  He took it from me and said, "Just a
>> second," and he walked to the garage door.  Coming back, he handed
>> me the bottle and said, "Ok, let's go."
>>
>>      Driving down the hill away from my house, the pastor placed a
>> bottle that looked just like the ones we were using for our
>> distilled water in my lap.
>>
>>      "What's this?" I asked; puzzled.
>>
>>      "It is the bottle you brought out of the garage and was about
>> to sit on the counter for your wife to use next to the sink for
>> drinking water."
>>
>>      "So," I said as I touched the coolness of the glass and made
>> sure the lid was screwed on tightly so none of its contents might
>> accidentally spill on my clothes.
>>
>>      "So," he replied quietly, inside that bottle is a floating
>> dead mouse."
>>
>>      To this day, my wife and I, both blind, then and now, have no
>> idea how much water we had been sharing with field mice before
>> the pastor discovered they were drinking my distilled water with
>> us.
>>
>>      I was mystified how the mouse got in the bottle.  The opening
>> was a good inch and a half wide.  The pastor suggested, since the
>> level of the water was a couple of inches below the top of the
>> bottle's lip, they were leaning down inside to reach the water and
>> one fell in and drown.  Then I dutifully came out, unawares of
>> course, and screwed on the lid to start another bottle of water
>> distilling.  Yes, I brought the distiller into the house and kept
>> it in the laundry room from then on.  To this day, however, I am
>> still a little paranoid about drinking from a bottle of any kind.
>> No.  I absolutely have no grief or compassion for the mouse so you
>> are welcome to turn me in to the animal rights people.
>>
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