The summer between high school and college, I got a job as a night watchman at a welding shop owned by family friends. It was really make-work to help with college expenses. My mother insisted I take a cot so I could get some sleep. I was very embarrassed showing up with a cot for my first night watchman shift. They let me set it up. I did nap, but didn't sleep much because right then my girlfriend told me she thought she was pregnant. My cot became the place of intense prayer that I be delivered from this possibility.