the impossible is possible

The Impossible is Possible
One beautiful sunny day in May my stepmother called my cell phone and told me that I needed to come to my grandmother’s house for something had happened. So immediately, I turned my Toyota truck around and headed for her house in Rainsville. When I arrived, my sister’s car was there, which was very unusual. When I walked into the old wooden house, I discovered everyone was weeping. That is when my sis said, “Papa has had a stroke and he is in Wisconsin with Dad.” My dad and papa worked for the country music band Alabama so they were in Wisconsin on tour. All to soon, I realized that my grandfather’s hopes and dreams of driving a bus and working had been ripped from him.
Immediately, I started asking questions to find out how bad he was, where he was at, and when we could go see him. My grandmother replied, “We are waiting on a phone call from your dad to see how bad the stroke was and if we need to fly up there to see him...