Yeah…that was me – sliding all the way across the ice arena on my belly in front of a crowd of onlookers at the ice rink about 10 years ago in Gatlinburg.
Oh, I had skates on but that’s beside the point.
Earlier in the evening my sister and I were in an elevator when a crowd of teens on a senior class trip got on with us. They were going to ice skate for the first time. They were so excited & asked us if we were going to skate. (Perish the thought !)
However….in my innate, oft misunderstood wit, I told them my sister was in the Olympics in the ice skating competition & she could teach them how to stay up on the ice. They were impressed. My sister was not – I could tell from the panic-stricken side glance she gave me. We could roller skate with the best of them so how hard could it be?
As the elevator door opened, they followed us to the arena (where our spouses were waiting in the dining area along with other couples from church). We tried to split off from our young cohorts, but they insisted we skate & skate we did. (My husband just shook his head & laughed nervously.)
It was fun for a bit, then the younguns decided to join hands and do a “crack the whip!
Guess who ended up at the end of the whip?
Thus explaining the opening sentence to this narrative. I was sore for a few days, but you know – that’s one of the best memories I had on that trip. My sister?… well, she got me back. She didn’t fall once & got the last laugh. Thank you Lord for protecting me from Me !