It’s a chance to give us the whole story of what exactly happened on that Not Me Monday. Or to share what seems too amazing/outrageous/miraculous to have happened in real life.
I know there’s a zillion great stories already written buried in your old posts… so it would be easy-peasy to just link up and share your stuff! So… please join along! Grab the button and share a link to your post about anything amazing, outrageous, hilarious, embarrassing, or miraculous, (and mostly-true) that has happened to you!
Mr. Daddy has suddenly developed a severe case of amnesia regarding his missed turn... remember he owed two in a row? So you guys are stuck with me this week.
(Maybe that's not such a great idea? Remember we got 2 new followers when the blog was frozen and I was unable to post? Then as soon as I wrote my first one back, we lost a follower... what's up with that? Talk about a writer's complex, LOL)
When I was a little tyke of about 7 (I did a LOT of True Story Tuesday stuff at that age, apparently), we attended a massive church.
In fact, it was called a cathedral (I’m not gonna tell you which one, for reasons that will become clear shortly).
This place was so huge… TBN broadcasted concerts and sermons from our pulpit. I’ll never forget watching Twila Paris sit down at a piano and fill the huge building with her voice.
My mom taught sign language classes, interpreted services, sang in the choir, and volunteered at their food bank.
Let’s just say that we were there… a lot.
On this particular day, the place was especially full – thousands and thousands of people there for a special speaker.
We were getting ready to head home after an earlier service and my mom got hung up talking with someone in the hall.
It had been a loooong day already and I was more than ready to go home.
Bored spitless, I leaned against the wall and tried to ignore my little sister poking me.
Then I had one of those curiosity-killed-the-cat moments.
No way it really worked.
It looked so innocuous – surely it wasn’t live?
My terrible curiosity finally got the best of me and I reached out my hand to feel the smooth plastic.
And to this day, I don’t actually remember moving… but somehow my hand did exactly what my brain was screaming for it not to do.
Yes folks, I pulled the fire alarm at a packed cathedral.
(See why I can’t divulge the crime scene location? I might as well mail myself the fire department bill, eh?)
Totally innocent. I would never be the type to be up to mischief, right?
Sooo… I know you can outdo this! Grab the button and share your outrageous/miraculous/amazing story!