My father, Zig Ziglar, has always had an incredible sense of humor. He loves playing harmless pranks on his family and even though we all know that, he occasionally slips one by us. That he slipped one by me for almost 50 years is a record, though! I recently learned from my sister Cindy that my father was the “bad guy” who scared us and our spend-the-night buddies by scratching the window screen with his fingers and making noises outside when it was very late at night.
When we’d see the hand on the window screen or hear the noise we’d all go screaming and running down the hall toward my parents’ room, yelling that somebody was trying to break in. Suddenly, Daddy would appear from outside with a big butcher knife in his hand and say that he’d heard it too and had chased the culprit down the street but he’d gotten away. My sister and I would run to hug him and thank him for being so brave. It’s easy to see how this only encouraged him to give us repeat performances!
I am amazed that I am just now finding this out….but I must say that I am glad I believed my father was so incredibly brave that he’d go outside in the dark of night with only a butcher knife to protect his family from intruders. All of my life I felt incredibly safe in his presence, and I still do.