"No, life cannot be understood flat on a page. It has to be lived; a person has to get out of his head, has to fall in love, has to memorize poems, has to jump off bridges into rivers, has to stand in an empty desert and whisper sonnets under his breath... We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn't it?"

--Donald Miller

Well, For The Record, I Was Wearing A Backpack

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Scene: Sitting in a waiting room at the hospital waiting to get some blood drawn

Enter: A small boy around 3-4 years old

(He starts looking around and under the chair I'm sitting in.)

Boy: Oooots? Oooots?

Me: umm....

Enter: Boy's mother

Mother: "No honey, boots isn't here." (Picks up boy and walks back to her chair)

Moment of realization: He's looking for Boots the monkey and thinks that I'm Dora the Explorer.

Welcome to my life.


Posted by Stephanie Vergara at 2:14 PM
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