Little Steve 2
Yesterday at work was a pretty solid day business wise, but a little after lunch time I started having a little pain in my right foot. As the day went along, the pain became more intense and slowly started moving up my leg and into my hip. By about 4:27 p.m. my entire right leg from my foot to my hip was in excruciating pain. I could no longer walk and I locked the door so no customers would come in
I thought to myself, "this is it, my time here is done." The pain was so severe, I knew they were going to have to amputate my leg and from there gangrene would set in and spread to my heart and brain. What was it? What had caused my demise in only 4 hours and 27 minutes?
I started to write letters to my loved ones. I was slouched in my chair, legs extended out and crossed when I heard the little "Tattoo from Fantasy Island" voice say, "Dude, you have a rock in your shoe." Yes, it was little Steve and before I could react, Little Steve did a little round-house kick and knocked the small stone out of the soul of my shoe. This whole time all this pain was caused by a rock stuck in my shoe! I would have never even seen it and the only person who could have seen it would be a 4-inch person standing there, looking at the bottom of my feet. Little Steve saved me from being a cripple and possibly saved my life. I owe Little Steve my life!
Little Steve may be only 4 inches tall, but he has a heart of a 7 and a half inch person.