At 8:47 this morning I was under attack. The FBI came storming into my apartment. After a bit of a scuffle involving some gunfire and a few punches to the face, I was on my knees with Brianne next to me. They
were looking for a package that I didn't know anything about; but they seemed to think I had everything to do with it. I had no way out of this situation and if I didn't do something soon we would be dead.
Then I realized something. I had something heavy in my pocket. I knew that if I could shift my weight and lean against it I could call someone. I wouldn't be able to talk, but they would be able to hear what was going on and get help.
I was in luck. I managed to lean against my phone and call the one person who would know what to do. My mom. She heard someone talking about the FBI and someone yelling "where's the package" and "shut up." She immediately knew I was in trouble and was able to get me help right away.
Brianne and I were saved by mom. We owe our lives to her.
Actually, that is what my mom thinks happened. Here is the real story.
I was getting ready for church. Brianne takes a lot longer to get ready than I do. I was done and sitting on the couch waiting for her. I turned on the tv and was watching part of Live Free or Die Hard. At some point I must have
butt dialed mom.
The best part about this is that she came to the conclusion that I was in trouble. She tried calling me back and I didn't answer. My phone was on silent because I was about to go to church. When I step out of the car I felt my phone vibrate. I had just missed a third call. One from mom, one from dad, and one from Jordan.
My first thought was that someone had died or something bad like that. I listened to my messages and realized that I had butt dialed mom and now she was worried because I wasn't answering.
I called her up and found out that she could hear the movie. Brianne and I laughed because mom's first thought was that we were in danger.
~Josh
P.S. Thanks mom, we love you.