I sure am glad that God called on Noah, rather than me. I’m fairly convinced, had I built an ark to rescue a remnant of the righteous and a collection of the world’s animals from the flood, we would have had a problem. We might be missing more than just the unicorn! My boats don’t float!

I began building things at a young age. I had somewhat of an advantage, because my dad sold building supplies in his business. I had access to free lumber and nails, and Dad had tools. He was not necessarily a huge fan of some of my building projects, mainly because I used material that he otherwise could have sold. When I was about nine or ten, I built one of my first projects. I used pine boards to build a four legged stool. In a tone that didn’t sound terribly happy, Dad asked what I had built. The fact that he had to ask, may have said something about my early craftsmanship. I answered, “It’s a stool. I built it for you!” My logic worked. He grinned and said, “Oh, you built it for me, did you? Good job, son.”

Dad also cut and sold glass in his store. He taught me how to cut glass, but I never quite mastered that art as well as he had. His glass always broke exactly where he had scored it, and sometimes mine did too. One time I had the great idea of building a bird house with a glass bottom. Do you know that birds won’t build a nest in a house with a glass bottom? I guess birds are like some people, they don’t have much faith in what they can’t see. Eventually, I replaced the glass with a piece of wood, and guess what.

Dad also sold clay drain tiles that people used to build septic-tank field lines. They came in large wooden containers that were probably six by six feet in diameter and about four feet high. After he had emptied out a couple of those, I asked if I could have the crates. My buddy Ken Smith and I turned one upside down on top of another one to build ourselves a nice little clubhouse. Please do not confuse this, as my sister did, with a playhouse! We cut openings for a door and windows. We built in a couple of bunks and actually camped in there, after we chased out the snakes and killed the spiders.

Dad also had wooden shipping pallets that bags of cement, sand, bricks, blocks, and other items came on. In recent years, people build furniture and other items out of pallets. Long before I ever saw anyone do that, I built rafts and boats and other essential boyhood items from them. I only had one problem with those boats. They didn’t float. My ole buddy Ken road tested our first one, or I should say “creek tested” it. It floated long enough for him to get one foot on the raft. With one foot on the raft and the other one still on the bank of the creek, the raft began drifting out. Ken did the splits as long as possible, but eventually both he and our raft ended up at the bottom of the creek! I’m still laughing.

I am thankful that God saved Noah and his family and all those animals. I am also thankful for the many times He has rescued me, as well as my friend Ken, from foolish decisions. Some boats, as well as a few other things we build in life, simply won’t float.I

Bill King is a native of Rainsville. Visit brobillybob.com for more information.

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