Last night as I was preparing my Sunday School lesson, I was trying really hard to think of a way to break the ice with the class. I always like to start out with something funny- but I just couldn't think of anything. I spent more time on that than actually preparing the lesson.
So today the Lord said, "You want something funny to tell your class? I'll give you something funny."
I was running late for church. It is physically impossible for me to be early to church. I usually get there just as the announcements are being made. I was running a little later than usual this morning so I didn't have a chance to check myself out in the mirror to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be (I have fears of skirts tucked into pantyhose) so as I got out of the car and walked to the door I thought, "I'll just check myself out in the door as I walk in- it's a pretty good mirror." I was also thinking about the sock that was already coming off and bunching in my boot.
Anyway, when I got to the door, I looked up to see my reflection and wasn't looking where I was going. The toe of my boot hit the step and I went flailing forward. I was carrying books and my iPad so I didn't really have arms. I dropped my scriptures- but there wasn't really room to fall forward because the door was there. So I face planted into the glass door (Oh my gosh I'm laughing so hard as I write this I can't even see!) and my arm hit the edge of the bricks.
I popped up and turned around to see who else had seen that. There was a young couple walking towards me- asked if I was OK. Immediately I curtsied and hoped they enjoyed that performance. They said they didn't see it- but they heard it. (which, by the way I would just like to point out that I did not say [or even think] one naughty word [I know, I was shocked too.]) I just laughed and laughed. I was so in shock and I'd banged my forehead and I think I was knocked a little senseless. My arm was scraped up from the bricks and I thought, "no problem, I'm fine- I'll just go sit down." so I walked into sacrament meeting- thinking it was just a scrape.
I sat there for a second- got out my hymn book to sing- and then feeling started to come back into my arm. I looked at the scrape and saw blood running down my arm. So I left during the song and ran to the bathroom. One of the young women in the ward was there and said, "Oh WOW that looks BAD! Are you OK?" I laughed it off and sent her on her way. I cleaned it off and took an extra paper towel back to the chapel with me in case it got drippy again. The looks I got... hahaha even the chorister sitting up on the stand mouthed to me "what happened?"
So when I got to Sunday School and people started noticing before class and gasping in horror and asking what happened- it was my natural ice breaker for my lesson. I had to look no further. I was giggling so hard as I was telling them what happened that I don't even know if they could understand me. I apologized if my thoughts seemed scattered for the lesson because I was pretty sure I had brain damage from hitting my head.
That was the first time I got a good hearty laugh from the people in my ward. Most of the time I say something funny and there are crickets in the background. And just for the curious- yes, I went back later and looked at the door and there is a Bakeshow shaped grease streak sliding down the glass.
I would say that the only thing that I hurt was my pride, but now that it's a few hours old, it hurts like CRAZY- but the story is still so funny and the more I re-tell it in my head the more I laugh. There are two morals to the story I guess: pride goeth before the fall; or be careful what you pray for, you just might get it.