Just 15 Minutes

He was supposed to be home by now. The wife became ever more angry, not only at his tardiness, but as his lack of thoughtfulness to call to let her know he and the children were alright.

She had tried calling the cell phone several times and left several messages as he was not picking up.

"Why doesn't he answer the phone!" she thought, although it was more of an angry exclamation than an actual question.

The wife had been having a bad day, and now it was past time for dinner, the dinner which the husband was supposed to be bringing home, and the kids he didn't take with him were now asking for dinner.

With each phone call she made to the cell phone, she became increasingly mad and increasingly worried.

Finally he called, worried that with so many phone calls to the cell, she was in trouble or something was wrong. He really should know by now that all those phone calls are really because of her worry about him, as well as the underlying tone of "I want you home fast."

He had one more thing to do. It would not take more than 15 minutes before he would be home. The grocery store was his last stop and it was only 3 minutes for their house. Fifteen minutes to check out, load up the few kids he had with him and drive home.

As the husband pulled out of the parking lot of the grocery store, he noticed a most horrific accident that had he left 15 minutes sooner, he would have been in. The car was wrapped around and flipped over, and worst of all, there was a limp and unconscious, possibly dead body still in the car.

Sometimes a wife just needs to thank God for a husband who take 15 minutes more to do something and ask God and her husband for forgiveness for her attitude. Those 15 minutes saved my husband's and daughter's lives. This is a true story.