My shower door is one of those sliding doors, and its old, so I struggle on a daily basis to get it to glide smoothly to a close. This morning, when I was ram-and-jamming it shut, I had a flashback:
The year was 2001 (or 1999? 2002??) and I was on a mission trip with my youth group in Idaho. I know what you're thinking - what mission is there to serve in Idaho?? And I have to admit...I don't quite remember. (Were we repairing homes on an Indian reservation in Montana? No no...that was another mission trip {one where we slept in a school and woke up at 5am every morning to do TaeBo in the gym and I had to get picked up in a small airplane by my uncle to make it to family pictures in Nebraska and the weather was bad so he and I, the quietest people in the family, were forced to spend 2 days together in the same hotel room checking weather reports to see when we could get the heck OUTTA there...} Were we building a house in Mexico? Nope, that was another very weird mission trip {one where we slept in a compound near the beach and one night some locals scared the shittttt out of us by whispering and tapping on our windows, and we ate fish tacos from a taco truck that had a 3 legged dog}. I'm really just trying to share with you guys that I used to go on a lot of mission trips. Ta-da!)
ANYWAY.
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All I can remember is that this particular mission trip was SO FUN. We spent the week sleeping on the floor of the church, and hanging out with the pastor's daughter and her BFF, and playing music, and getting ice cream, and swimming, and writing jokes and drawing funny pictures which led us into thinking we were the most hilarious kids alive. We were pretty funny though. I was even involved in a fake wedding - I was the bride, of course - and again, we just thought we were so funny. Listing off all of these activities, I'm questioning if this was a mission trip or just a youth group vacation?? I'm pretty sure we helped with a VBS or something.
ANYWAY.
Our youth pastor was one of the best human beings that I have ever known, and as I remember all these things, I am making a mental note to try to look him up on Facebook.
ANYWAY.
We used the bathroom of a house across the street. It was weird, looking back. But, that was where we showered. This was back in the times of arm-shaving. That was an interesting phase for me.
ANYWAY.
One day I went to the house to shower. This shower was a weird shower, with a door that slammed shut - it didn't glide or slide, it was like a vault door. So, on this particular day, as the shower door vaulted shut, I had a moment of sheer panic that I was trapped in the shower. I used all of my might and slammed my body into the door to get it to open. Of course, it popped right open - and, I used so much of my incredible strength, that I knocked the door completely off of the hinges. So there I am, naked and shower still running, with the shower door leaning against the bathroom counter. Our youth pastor happened to be in the house too, and when he heard the door slam into the counter, he cautiously approached the bathroom like....uhh, everything okay in there? This is where it gets weird. I put on my towel and yelled out to him what had happened, so he came in and helped me put the door back on. As I'm re-visiting this memory, I am reminding at how inappropriate it was, but I can also recall how we were both laughing at the situation and admitted to each other that it was very strange and uncomfortable but if we could just pop that door back in place, we can move on with our lives and forget it ever happened.
But, I'm not one to let an awkward story go to waste, so of course I ran back over to the church and laughingly recounted the whole experience. And we cackled the night away.
ANYWAY.
If I was a good blogger, I would dig into my box of old pictures and get out some photographic evidence of this trip to share. I'm sure I have tons of photos, and I'm sure I'm wearing cargo pants in the majority of them. Look for Panic in Idaho - Part 2.
The end.
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