God Sucker-Punched Me in the Gut_The Liberty Teahouse_Coming Out_First Day Fiasco
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God Sucker-Punched Me in the Gut
Many years ago, I lived in Thailand. Instead of becoming closer to my heritage, I was a missionary trying to teach people about Jesus. Most people didn’t want to listen because they were happy being Buddhist, so we had to find creative ways to get them to hear our message. “Creative” often meant being sneaky, deceitful, and dishonest, but it was a necessary evil because we had souls to save. Every Tuesday evening, we held a free English class at the church. The only cost was sitting through a five-minute talk about Jesus and the Mormon religion after the class was over. Of course, the more ri...
The Liberty Teahouse
Equable, I was; not prone to meddling, not eager to incur my friends’ displeasure, yet there I stood, at the door of The Nox Teahouse – a humble structure that doubled as Jillian’s home – where I was certain to eulogize too much, set my skin in the color of equivocations, and hear a dozen euphemisms before the party was through. Taking a deep breath, I looked down at my tennis shoes. Not exactly tea-party material, me. We were short a baker at work, so I had pulled a double-shift and gotten off just in time to stand there, at the door, wishing I could turn around and go home. Planned, it was,...
Coming Out
Coming OutI sat in a partial front split, my hands white knuckling a pair of foam blocks–my feet trying in vain to grip the sweat soaked yoga mat. My legs shook like I was approaching the electric chair as my ass dropped that much closer to the floor. The reptilian side of my brain, the side that causes a sane man to recoil at the sight of a colorful snake, pleaded with me to recognize my limits. I consciously shunned this innate wisdom, choosing instead to listen to the yoga instructor Crystal who told me to “breathe”. “Your form looks great,” she said, as she pushed me ever so gently deeper...
First Day Fiasco
Before leaving the car, I check my belongings. Retainer case, phowww.onedoor.ccne, money for lunch, spare hair tie. Looks like I have everything. I take a deep breath before opening my car door. I am so excited for my first day at the new job, but also a little unsure what to expect. I have never worked at an Icy Duke before. But making ice cream Snowstorms can’t be that difficult, can it? I enter the restaurant and pause by the door. What now? I glance at the clock on the wall. 3:20. I’m ten minutes early. Breathing a sigh of relief, I walk up to the cashier, unsure if that’s what I was supposed to be doi...