YAY! I thought you had abandoned me for higher mental pursuits. Thanks for the laugh - I don't remember many of my embarrassing moments so I have to live vicariously through yours...obviously that means the inside of my head is teeming with repressed memories, I tend to embarrass myself often. But when I read all of your falling stories, I thought of the funniest time on the mission.
I have to describe the setting first: Allentown; the Turner Street apartment. Did you ever serve there? Well, for dramatic effect I will describe it anyway. There are three apartments in the Turner Street Row home...We were in the second floor apartment, meaning there was a long wooden staircase going up to the door of our apartment. I was serving with Katie Sano and we were a little spicy together - we burned each other on a regular basis. One morning we were slinging less than compliments at each other as we walked out the door. I paused on the landing while Katie locked the door and said something totally sarcastic like "you're probably going to push me down the stairs" and abruptly turned around to go down the stairs. Well, I did go DOWN the stairs, just not with my feet. I slipped on the first stair and slid down all 465 stairs like a little kid in a laundry basket - only without the laundry basket. Katie ran past me as soon as I cruppled at the bottom and the first thing she said, through hysterical fits of laughter, was "That was hilarious! Can you do it again so I can get it on camera?!"
It was pretty funny...except I had the biggest freaking bruise I have ever seen on my hip. (Katie has pictures - she hasn't given them to me yet, or maybe she is holding them hostage for future blackmail purposes.) The bruise wasn't purple and green and blue like normal bruises - it was solid black and oh baby, it hurt! I couldn't sit down without pain for a month after that! But you know what they say: The bigger they are, the harder they fall. :)
Okay, now on to the powerful words section of this work of literature. I was watching Harry Potter with the fam last week and something Dumbledore says really made me think. He says, "Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy".
I think the reason it impacted me so much is that in the scriptures and at Conference the brethren teach us to choose between good and evil, right and wrong. But through all the talks and lessons, somehow I hadn't necessarily thought of 'easy' being in the 'wrong' category. It is so true though - what is easy is usually in opposition to what is right. But then doing what is right was never meant to be easy. Insert the quotes from Elder Holland running through my mind and the scripture that just came to mind...needless to say, I could go on, but I will stop there.
(I'll be back tomorrow with a deep, or not so deep, query for you...but I'm out of time now.)
I have to describe the setting first: Allentown; the Turner Street apartment. Did you ever serve there? Well, for dramatic effect I will describe it anyway. There are three apartments in the Turner Street Row home...We were in the second floor apartment, meaning there was a long wooden staircase going up to the door of our apartment. I was serving with Katie Sano and we were a little spicy together - we burned each other on a regular basis. One morning we were slinging less than compliments at each other as we walked out the door. I paused on the landing while Katie locked the door and said something totally sarcastic like "you're probably going to push me down the stairs" and abruptly turned around to go down the stairs. Well, I did go DOWN the stairs, just not with my feet. I slipped on the first stair and slid down all 465 stairs like a little kid in a laundry basket - only without the laundry basket. Katie ran past me as soon as I cruppled at the bottom and the first thing she said, through hysterical fits of laughter, was "That was hilarious! Can you do it again so I can get it on camera?!"
It was pretty funny...except I had the biggest freaking bruise I have ever seen on my hip. (Katie has pictures - she hasn't given them to me yet, or maybe she is holding them hostage for future blackmail purposes.) The bruise wasn't purple and green and blue like normal bruises - it was solid black and oh baby, it hurt! I couldn't sit down without pain for a month after that! But you know what they say: The bigger they are, the harder they fall. :)
Okay, now on to the powerful words section of this work of literature. I was watching Harry Potter with the fam last week and something Dumbledore says really made me think. He says, "Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy".
I think the reason it impacted me so much is that in the scriptures and at Conference the brethren teach us to choose between good and evil, right and wrong. But through all the talks and lessons, somehow I hadn't necessarily thought of 'easy' being in the 'wrong' category. It is so true though - what is easy is usually in opposition to what is right. But then doing what is right was never meant to be easy. Insert the quotes from Elder Holland running through my mind and the scripture that just came to mind...needless to say, I could go on, but I will stop there.
(I'll be back tomorrow with a deep, or not so deep, query for you...but I'm out of time now.)
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