“Grandpa, you think I’m alive tonight cause it was God’s will?” “Naw, you livin’ cause you had the good sense to fall down ’twixt them tracks.” “Maybe God gave me the idea.” “You can believe thet, son, if’n you think it was God’s idea for you to be up on thet there trestle in the first place. What God give you was a brain. Hit’s His will for you to use it—p’tickler when a train’s comin’.” Resting
