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This weekend is going to prove to be yet another busy one. J.R.'s birthday is Friday. We are going to Catalina for the day then having dinner with his mom. Saturday we are spending the day in San Diego. Sunday we will be in Escondido for the start of the Tour of California. Plus, it's Mother's Day. I have a 6 mile run Friday and a 12 mile run Saturday. Whew! I am tired just thinking about it all.

Today's prompt was most embarrassing moment. Spill. 

Many who know me might think this would be one of the many times I have tripped and fallen. There are many to choose from, including the time I fell in front of my entire class. But no. At this point falling doesn't phase me. 
Yeah that'd be me.
My most embarrassing moment happened much earlier in life. I grew up as a pastor's daughter (or PK). My dad was typically the youth or music pastor. Every so often he would get the opportunity to preach to the entire congregation.

I believe I may have been 7 or 8, my dad was preaching one evening. My brother and I were sitting by ourselves on the 3rd or 4th row. I believe my mom hadn't gotten back from being on stage with the worship team. We were just kids and we began goofing off. As happens with siblings our goofing off began to turn into bickering. However, we were still at the point of more goofing off then actually fighting. I remember crawling under the pew when suddenly I heard my name.

I was horrified at what came next. My dad turned to the congregation and said, "Excuse me for one second folks." He then turned toward my brother and I and said, "Amy, Greg sit down, be quiet and I will deal with you later." He turned back to the congregation seemingly calm as anything and said, "Sorry about that," as he continued his message.

I was devastated. I am sure my face turned 100 shades of red as I attempted to disappear into the pew. I hoped it would swallow me up. At that point, no further punishment was necessary. I was mortified.

So there it is, my most embarrassing moment. In hind sight, if that is the worst I have to deal with, I'm pretty good.

Just gotta keep moving!


What is your most embarrassing moment?

What is your typical response to some that falls? Are you wonderfully nice and ask them if they need help? Or are you like me and burst out in laughter?

I claim my laughter is just fine because I'm the first one to laugh at myself when I fall.


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