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Ladder

September 10, 2010

“You might find just what you’re looking for up there,” said the blanket-wrapped man at the foot of the 60-foot ladder.

I looked toward the crow’s nest atop the dome. “I’m most worried about getting back down.”

“You’ll get cold eventually,” he said.

It only took 13 rungs before my confidence wavered as hard as the ladder rocked. “I can’t do it,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

I looked down and realized he’d come over to hold the ladder still. He released it and shrugged.

“Do what you have to do,” he said. “It’s your loss.”

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