Hmmm. . . Ok, so this is my first post of 2012. I must even confess that I had forgotten the address of my blog since it's been that long. Sorry! I shall endeavor to do better.:)
That being said, tonight I have been inspired to share with you about my elevator. Background information:
1. I live in a very tall building with two elevators, one "big" and one "small"
2. Most of the time, one of these elevators is working (very seldom are both working at the same time). I tend to bask in the knowledge that the people who live on the top floor are always quick to get an elevator fixed if they both happen to go kaput at the same time.
3. It is a long way to my floor from the ground level if for some reason I need to take the stairs. In fact, I have been known to whisper a prayer as I'm walking up to the elevators after a long day of school, asking God to please let one of the elevators be working since I'm not sure I'd be able to handle walking up the stairs with my school bag.:)
4. Nope, there's no four; I just like even numbers.
Ok, so, what inspired my to write about my elevators and the glorious inventions that they are? Well, that would be the fact that tonight, as I was standing waiting for a ride up to my floor, I happened to notice that both elevators were working! As you now know, this is a small miracle in and of itself. I then observed that they were both currently on the top floor of the building (another phenomenon). Finally, both of them were headed down to the ground floor. How cool is that! In my two years here, I have never seen this happen. So, I took a picture.:)
You might be interested to know that the little elevator won the race to the ground floor. After a momentary scare around the 9th floor when the elevator just stopped, I made it home. Last week I was actually stuck in the elevator for about 10 minutes. Talk about an interesting experience. I had been grocery shopping, so I figured I wouldn't starve if it took them a long time to fix the thing.:) I had ample time to speculate on whether or not the brakes would go out on the elevator and I would have the opportunity to return to the ground floor at an exhilarating speed before heading into eternity. I also considered trying to force the doors open (since I was pretty sure it was at my floor), but after a test pull decided to not do that, just in case it triggered a chain reaction or something that would take out the brakes. Turns out the elevator just opened of its own accord. A very thankful me walked stepped up and out (yes, it does not usually stop at exactly floor level, as you can see).:)
All that to say: thank you, Elisha Otis, for inventing the safety-brake elevator (which he did in 1854, in case you were wondering), thereby making all sojourning to and from my home much more pleasant. And thank You, Father, for keeping my elevator working while I'm in it!:)
That being said, tonight I have been inspired to share with you about my elevator. Background information:
1. I live in a very tall building with two elevators, one "big" and one "small"
2. Most of the time, one of these elevators is working (very seldom are both working at the same time). I tend to bask in the knowledge that the people who live on the top floor are always quick to get an elevator fixed if they both happen to go kaput at the same time.
3. It is a long way to my floor from the ground level if for some reason I need to take the stairs. In fact, I have been known to whisper a prayer as I'm walking up to the elevators after a long day of school, asking God to please let one of the elevators be working since I'm not sure I'd be able to handle walking up the stairs with my school bag.:)
4. Nope, there's no four; I just like even numbers.
Ok, so, what inspired my to write about my elevators and the glorious inventions that they are? Well, that would be the fact that tonight, as I was standing waiting for a ride up to my floor, I happened to notice that both elevators were working! As you now know, this is a small miracle in and of itself. I then observed that they were both currently on the top floor of the building (another phenomenon). Finally, both of them were headed down to the ground floor. How cool is that! In my two years here, I have never seen this happen. So, I took a picture.:)
You might be interested to know that the little elevator won the race to the ground floor. After a momentary scare around the 9th floor when the elevator just stopped, I made it home. Last week I was actually stuck in the elevator for about 10 minutes. Talk about an interesting experience. I had been grocery shopping, so I figured I wouldn't starve if it took them a long time to fix the thing.:) I had ample time to speculate on whether or not the brakes would go out on the elevator and I would have the opportunity to return to the ground floor at an exhilarating speed before heading into eternity. I also considered trying to force the doors open (since I was pretty sure it was at my floor), but after a test pull decided to not do that, just in case it triggered a chain reaction or something that would take out the brakes. Turns out the elevator just opened of its own accord. A very thankful me walked stepped up and out (yes, it does not usually stop at exactly floor level, as you can see).:)
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