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08 May I think I am growing!I was prepared to get into the shower (why is it always when I am trying to get ready and relax in the shower???). There were quite a few of my friends standing around in the hallway chatting so I thought I would stand there, laugh and cut up for a bit. Kristi and I were joking and I went to run toward her and Katie does one of the old numbers--sticks her foot out. Well I had no clue she would do something so dag on ridiculous, and I tripped. I flew forward and landed hard on my knee and elbow. I got some wretched rug burn. Now usually when something of this nature happens I really retaliate. She tried apologizing and I must admit I did stand there and pump my fist and proclaim that it was a good thing I am now a Christian. Probably not the best phrase to throw around but I was mad what can I say. I did not hit her. I did not yell at her. But, when she said go ahead and hate me I said yeah, and don't ask me not to cause I am going to right now. After a couple of minutes standing there while others and myself examined the nasty rug burn on my knee and elbow I excused myself and headed for the shower. It only took a minute when I started feeling horrible. I knew she, Katie, did not mean to launch me full force into the air only to skid down the carpet hallway and suffer what appeared to be a large biopsy of my knee and elbow. I got out of the shower soaking wet...wrapped up in my towel...went to her room. She had locked the door--she never locks the door, but evidentially the other girls told her it would be a good idea to lock the door (they really know me). So I knocked. She answered and I told her that I could not bear the thought of her thinking I was mad at her. I said when we play around things like that happen. She hugged me and seemed quite pleased with that response. I went back to the shower with a real peace about me. I realized that God has really been working in me. I did not yell, punch, or cuss for that matter. Wow, God is good to me...all the time. He is constantly shaping me and making me into the woman He wants me to be. I am thankful for this unpleasant event. Yes, my leg stings like the dickens, but I am a better person for it. I now know that I do have the power of the Holy Spirit within me to help me to make the right choices and respond in a more appropriate way. Yep, I sure am growing as a person. Thank you, Father! 26 April "Woooooommmmmmmm Woooooooommmmmm"It had been a long day for this college student. Sat through lecture after lecture during the day, worked on homework throughout the night, and finally around 2 in the morning decided to relax a bit. I prepared my little caddy with all of the necessities to pamper myself while enjoying a nice long soothing shower. Of course here at my college there are floor bathrooms. That means I have to share a bathroom with everyone on my floor. At 2 am there was not a soul to be found...not even wandering the halls. I could finally be all alone with no noise other than the sound of water as it massagingly fell upon my skin. Ohhhh, the pure sweet joy of this delightfully rare moment.
What was that? What the...what happened to the freakin lights?!? (Did I ever mention that I am scared of the dark? SCARED of the dark? Or the fact that I have always had a paranoia of being alone in the shower? OK, I am overcoming both of those...just not completely, yet.) I announced my frustration by saying, "Who is that? Turn back on the lights." No answer. All of a sudden through the pitch black and the slightly see-through shower curtain I saw a light. No, it was not an Angel of the Lord. No, it was not a flashlight. What is it I wondered? All of a sudden I hear, "wooommm wooooommmm." It was a Star Wars lightsaber! Again I say, "who is it," in a more demanding not asking fashion. "Stop it and turn on the dag on lights!" Poke. Poke, goes the sword into the shower curtain. I scream then yell, "Stop it and turn on the lights!"
Laughter bursts out from the other side of the shower curtain. Finally, the lights come on and there stands none other than a few of my fellow students. One of them, the now known "poking" culprit, is dressed heroically with her My Little Pony blanket tied neatly around her neck acting as her hero cape, and her overly large sunglasses acting as suspected goggles (or some sort of eye protective gear). The other who is dressed in nothing other than normal night clothing is evidentially just there as a spectating nusance.
Once the laughter dies down (mind you I still am not laughing very hard), they leave. On their way out as if the initial scare was not enough they turn out the stinkin lights for the second time. I stand there still as a picture, pressed tightly in the back corner of the shower. I stand starring into the pitch black what appears to be nothingness. I ask in a I'm not afraid this is ridiculous voice, "turn on the lights....please" (with a hint of annoyance). No answer. "Guys, this is not funny. Turn on the lights!" No answer. "Hellllllooooooooooooooooo." No answer. "Come on, please" (no annoyance whatsoever...actually a hint of worry at this point). No answer. I stand there for what I know was at least 2 mins...though it felt as if it were 10. Then, with pure fear flowing through my veins and my heart pumping 20x over the normal rate, I stepped ever so slowly out of the shower searching around with my arms for sinks and walls. I make it to the light switch by the main door trying not to make a noise just in case they are there. Oh the anticipated fear of them scaring the last breath out of me! I quickly turned on the lights....noone. I made my way back to my still running shower very thankful that noone was there or walked into the bathroom since I was tip-toeing around in my birthday suit!!!
I finished my now nerve splintering shower while starring out of the curtain the remainder of the time. I have learned a very valuable lesson from this very true story: Always expect the unexpected. |
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