Lesson Learned

This post is one I should have written like a week ago. Sorry I'm a bit delayed but I have a good excuse!!!

...okay, I have no excuse. Simply the long and short of it is I was a little embarrassed to write this so I put it off! To help you understand exactly why I had my reservations, allow me to tell you a story:

Once upon a time, not so long ago (like two Wednesdays ago) in a beautiful and snow covered kingdom called Rexburg, a young peasant girl was asked by her dear friend to sign up for a service fair and help small children get into the Christmas spirit by running games, wearing red and green and cutting out paper snowflakes. This young girl, for the sake of the story we'll call her Ali... anyway, Ali willingly signed up for this event, excited to do service in whatever way she could. But Friday night came around and Ali received a an invitation from a peasant boy, requesting her presence at a dance instruction class happening at the exact same time as the festival for the small children. 

At first, Ali kindly refused the invitation, as she did not want to disappoint the small children and thought it important to keep her commitments. But then the thought of learning how to do lifts and stunts in a dancing class continued to weigh on her, she simply could not get the idea out her head! She succumbed to her selfishness, canceled her festival shift and begged the young peasant boy to attend the dance class with her. 

The boy picked her up and the two walked to the class, chatting and laughing all the way, Ali supressing all thoughts of disappointed children from her mind. The class began and Ali rather enjoyed being flipped, thrown in the air and performing all manner of exciting stunts that she had never thought possible before. 

But then the unthinkable happened! In the midst of learning a flip, the peasant boy flipped Ali over his back, his hands slipped from hers and she landed with a resounding thud on her back (right in the exact same spot on which she had surgery 6 years previous) Her life flashed before her eyes and she thought herself dying or paralyzed. Naturally Ali was just a tad dramatic, and no such damage had been done, but the pain was excruciating and continued to be so for the next week or so. Ali laid in shame and agony upon her couch instead of going out and socializing that Saturday night and considered herself truly punished for her sins. 

Okay, so in case you haven't guessed already, Ali is me! I was stupid, skipped out on service and reaped the consequences of a sore back for the next week. And man, did I ever deserve it!!! 

And the even funnier thing is I had to teach a lesson in Relief Society on the importance of service that Sunday! Boy was I bashful!!! :) 

So consider yourselves dully warned! Do not ever miss an opportunity to serve someone because you could very well end up in pain!

~Keep Smiling~ :)