A mistake I made reminds me of the time I pulled the chair out from under my eighth-grade english teacher as she was sitting down in the break room. The slow motion change of expression as she passed through the plane where the seat should have been, the realization, too late, that she was going down, everyone looking at me like, “You’re in deep shit now,” and me a moment too late whishing I hadn’t done that. The march to the principal’s office was nothing compared to what I felt inside.
Update: All is forgiven. There is grace in the world.
January 24, 2006