My wife, Bonnie, our four children, and I had just moved into a new home in Elkhart, Indiana. My “to do” list was long, and I was busy serving the Lord as a Christian school superintendent. On my list of things to do was to nail shut the spring-loaded trapdoor to a laundry chute. The trapdoor was set in the floor of the bathroom near our children’s bedrooms.

One morning, Bonnie was busy in that bathroom helping our older children get ready for school. Aubrey, our youngest daughter, was crawling on the bathroom floor. Suddenly my wife heard the sound of the trapdoor snapping shut. Aubrey was gone…and in an instant Bonnie realized what had happened. Aubrey had fallen headfirst down the laundry chute to the concrete-floored basement below. Fearing the worst, Bonnie raced down the stairs…to continue reading the rest of this story, click here to open a new browser window.