Heroic Deeds

It's two in the morning, and I can't sleep.

Swell.

I'm writing this at my deck on a scrap of paper, hoping that writing will help me sleep.

My mind keeps going back to the time I skinned my knee in a church service...

Backing up.

See, I used to go to a little church with pews, hymn books, and blue carpets. Like most churches, during the beginning of the service, the pastor would ask everyone to stand and walk around and greet each other... Well, every Sunday since we graduated into big church (Yeah, that's what it's called), my friends and I would take this opportunity to run around the worship center to get some of the little-kid energy that comes from who-knows-where out of our systems and say a few hellos to people on the way.

This particular service, I was running down of the side aisles when some smart person decided to step out of his pew and right into my line of fire. Quick-witted as I was, I figured I would save the man's life, and dove onto the floor beside him.

And the reward for my heroic deed? A skinned knee.

I guess someone caught sight of my rescuing and somehow word got to the pastor...

We never had any more meet and greets.