Survival Sam and I were just getting ready to leave Duane’s house when there was loud pounding at the door. Whoever it was rang the doorbell several times, too.
“Just a minute!” Duane yelled while walking quickly toward the front door. He grimaced when he saw who it was. A big brute of a guy barreled in. I recognized Diane’s brother.
“Hey, Duano, I couldn’t wait to tell you the news!”
“What is it, Bill?” asked Diane as she came in response to the commotion.
“Well, I was at the doctor’s office this afternoon—“
“Is something wrong?” Diane started wringing her hands.
“I’ll say. I was reading one of those science magazines they keep in the waiting room and read we’re going to be hit by an asteroid in just days!” Bill said dramatically.
Diane and Duane both let down their guard and looked frustrated, as if this wasn’t the first time for something like this. “You got this out of a magazine?” Duane asked.
“Yep. According to some top scientists, an asteroid could hit Earth in a matter of days. Look at this.” He pulled a notepad out of his pocket. “I done a little figuring with my handy dandy calculator.” We all drew in around him. “Now, the way I figure it, we’ll be pounded into sand in approximately 7,670 days.”
“Hey, Sis, you’d better get ready. That’s only a mere 1,092 weeks.”
By this time Sam had pulled out his own pocket calculator and was tapping the buttons. “A more manageable number is 252 months, or about 21 years,” he said.
Bill shot out his arm, pointing at Sam. “Yeah, that’s right! He’s got it. The article said we’d be smashed to smithereens in 2029.”
“All of this is assuming scientists are right in forecasting a date of 2029 for an asteroid near miss or collision,” Sam said.
“Well, we all know how well the weather forecasters do,” said Bill, “so I’m sure the asteroid forecaster guys are just as good.”
“Is that all you came over for, Bill?” Duane asked.
“That’s enough, isn’t it, Buddy Boy?? Grinned Bill. “I know you guys have started talking about survival, so what are you going to do about it?”
Sam softly cleared his throat. “I believe our concerns are considerably more immediate and, dare I say, down to earth. The question we face now is, What kinds of plans need to be made for the realities of life on Earth as it is now?”
“Well, I don’t know about the rest of you, but my immediate plans are to go home and finish packing for the trip to the big family reunion this weekend,” said Bill. “See you around.” And with that, he unceremoniously turned and walked out the door.