I believe Little Hawk has the right of it.

In the meantime—

Norman was quite devout. He wanted to spend his life doing God's will. But he didn't know what God's will was. So he waited for God to show him a Sign. From his late teens to his middle forties, he sat out on his back porch and watched the sky.

Then one summer night, a meteor came hurtled down and landed about two hundred yards from his back porch, struck the ground with a horrendous explosion, shattered all the windows in the back of the house, and blew Norman right through the screen door and into his kitchen.

When he regained consciousness, he went out and discovered that the meteor had dug a two-hundred foot crater. It was still glowing dully, and emiting smoke and steam.

Poor Norman is in a quandary. The Sign was certainly quite emphatic, but he can't quite interpret it. He still doesn't know what God wants him to do with his life. But he figures it must be something pretty important.

He still sits on his back porch, wrinkling his brow and scratching his head.

Don Firth