Literally!
*sniff* *sniff*
OK, I’m 47 and I expect to have wrinkles and sagging skin and all that but I didn’t expect to have this! *sniff*
So, what happened? Would you believe me if I told you that I got into an argument at Westminster over the authorship of Hebrews and it turned into a brawl? Well, it wasn’t that exciting, it was pretty much your normal everyday klutzy accident. It did happen in my General Epistles and Revelation class but it involved a power cord for a laptop and my natural inclination not to look where I’m going.
One of the seminarians (who was a blessing from the Lord) who had worked with the sports program of a high school immediately came to my aid and stopped the bleeding and took me to the hospital where I was eventually given seven stitches. When I finally got to see myself in the mirror I cried (one thing in my favor, I didn’t even think of scarring until everyone started bringing it up). I looked like Frankenstein’s monster.
I keep telling myself that I should be thankful that I didn’t break my nose (and believe me I am — I thanked the Lord that he did let me break it 🙂 but it only helps a little. Mostly I’m bummed that I have to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas looking like I was in the middle of a knife fight.