The Real Hero and the Comedic Relief
If you know me, you will find the following anti-heroine stories difficult to believe. But they are true and can be corroborated by several angelic souls. As a recovering perfectionist, sharing failures publicly is good for my soul. Enough time has passed that my mortification is somewhat tempered by the hilarity of these situations and fully covered by the graciousness of forgiving friends. Over six years ago, I signed up to send a meal to our friends. I have been the recipient of many wonderful meals through multiple meal trains, and never once has anyone who signed up not delivered a meal. Imagine my disdain when I realized late in the evening that I had NOT SENT THE MEAL. Four children, a postpartum mother, and one of our pastor friends must have eaten sandwiches or Lucky Charms for dinner. I apologized profusely, agonizingly embarrassed. I promised to sign up for a different day the following week, which I did. And on that day the following week I also did NOT SEND THE ME...
