My Doorstop

I first met my doorstop while using a dorm public bathroom in the spring of 1999. It was holding open the inner door of a double door entrance. I was having problems keeping my dorm door open back then and it just seemed to me that this doorstop was looking for a career change. I offered the job to the doorstop, and it took it without saying a word. I worked with the doorstop over the next three years. I would bring it to wherever I needed it and it would hold the door open. It seemed that this arrangement was a perfect match, because

1. I had no doorstop and the wind was blowing my door shut.
2. I was not about to buy something that I could just as easily pick up off the floor.

It seemed that this partnership would never end, but once I garduated college and I moved to Pontiac our lives were destined to split. My apartment there had no doors that needed to remain open but had a tendancy to close. I had to make a hard descision. I had to lay off my doorstop.

I broke the news as nicely as I could. I gave it a job holding open a door in my parent's house as sort of a let down easy kind of compromise. I could tell it was an emotional moment for both of us. It wasn't happy doing what it was doing, and all the while I was leveling my Necro on Baal Runs, in the back of my mind, I wondered how it was doing.

When I couldn't find work I moved back home to find that my doorstop was still there. It was like we were never apart! It held my door open with unbelieveable efficiency even with the strongest of crossbreezes! I could tell, that this was one hunk of tapered junk lumber that I couldn't live without.

When I got married, I asked my doorstop to come live with my wife and I. It was silent as always, so I assumed that it wanted to come. To this day, it holds open my office door at home. When I move, it will come along. My and this doorstop will be inseperable. Maybe someday it will be promoted to front door, or maybe even garage duty. The possibilitys are endless.