Falling Down the Hill

Once upon a time there was a missionary who was very clumsy. She seemed to trip over her feet everywhere she went. She always joked that she learned how to run but not to walk. It was the only excuse she could come up with for her clumsiness.  Let me tell you if I could have thought of a better reason then that I would have used it be it really was the only thing I could think of. I had no idea what my issue was but I literally couldn’t walk anywhere without tripping. At college Blaine would walk next to me and I would trip and fall and he would just keep on walking. When I would catch up with him and ask why he didn’t wait he’s tell me it was because I was always tripping and he didn’t want to be associated with me during that moment. It was awful and become a missionary didn’t immune me or stop it in any way from happen.

I can’t believe I’m going to share this story. It’s almost my most embarrassing moment on my mission.

The train had stopped and we were pretty sure this was the stop we needed. We were going to visit a few of the less actives in the area but would need to get off here and walk the rest of the way. The train was crowded and getting off seemed almost impossible but I was not going to be left on the train so I pushed my way through. Coming out I tripped on the lip of the door and continued to trip all the way out of the train right past my companion. I finally caught myself at the top of the hill and started to turn around when I tripped over my foot again. Down the hill I tumbled. Literally tumbling. (Note: the train still hasn’t left at this point so everyone is watching me) If you have ever seen ‘The Princess Bride’ this was one of those falling down the hill type of moments. My feet flying over my head and everything.

As I came to a stop at the bottom of the hill it was quite a sight. Sprawled out on my back. Skirt who knows where, my backpack over my head but still on my arms, hair everywhere I was a mess. Sister Christopher come running and stopped right above me. She asked if I was ok and then started laughing unable to hold it in any more. I laugh and cry about it to this day. As we finally got me picked up off the ground we could see the damage. My hair, let me just tell you we deleted that photo it was awful. I had torn my skirt, put a hole in my nylons, and scuffed my shoes. My knees and hands were bleeding. I also may have twisted my ankle. It was great. We did a little bit of put together and then were off to our appointment and visits.

Once upon a time there was a missionary who was very clumsy. She seemed to trip over her feet everywhere she went and no one could figure out why. However she was good for a laugh ever once and again.

mit freundlichen Grüßen

Jenessa Jensen