My Genius Was No Longer Obvious {Book Club}

I had the best time ever last week in our book club! If you haven’t gotten to read the comments, go, read. So fun. In case you’re new here, welcome! and we’re reading Heart in the Right Place by Carolyn Jourdan. Feel free to get it and jump in.

Speaking of fun, if you haven’t seen fainting goats (and I hadn’t), this short video will rectify that and inform you a tisch. If you’re reading this in an email, click here to watch.

Once again, many nuggets woven into the stories of her daily activities. Isn’t that true of you too? Or at least it is when we step back and notice them?

In the section we read for today, I was struck by how often she commented on feeling competent or incompetent. Since most of what we read was during the first few weeks, it brought back a lot of memories of my first few weeks on the field. After the sheer excitement that I WAS FINALLY HERE wore off and the reality sunk in, incompetent and later boredom were also themes of my transition.

From chapter 8:

“As I opened one after another envelope containing cleverly disguised junk mail, I was experiencing such a precious loss of status that at any minute I expected to get a nosebleed. I hadn’t realized it was possible for a person, especially me, to be treated so differently based on the job they held.

My whole life I’d been treated like Miss Smarty Special Person. I’d assumed it was because whenever anyone looked at me, that’s what they saw. It was now becoming apparent that I’d been treated well because I’d been standing next to well-known, smart, powerful men: a federal judge, a congressman, a senator. I was quickly discovering that when I wore a $29 outfit and sat on a wooden stool answering the phone, my genius was no longer obvious to passersby.”

Anyone else laugh at this line: “I perceived an overlooked distinction between the phrase ‘let him go’ and ‘make him go’ ”?

In chapter 9 when she talked about how many of the kids spent quality time with their dads on the tractors it make me wonder how you spent quality time with your dad, or grandpa, or other significant male, when you were a kid. When I was really young, my dad was on a softball team and it was fun to go to his games. He loved to play catch in the back yard with us. I now marvel at his patience!

Chapter 10 brought a smile when Carolyn said she and her dad were in a “standoff about meals”.  Cross-cultural living involves so much about food, doesn’t it? My teammate and I were at a “standoff about meat” our first three months. She had been so traumatized by the meat market. Enough said. How about you, what part of food have you or a kid been in a standoff about? I’ll admit, I never really made friends with eating organs, though buying meat wasn’t a problem after the first three months.

I adored in this chapter when she said, “After the first week, I intentionally blanked my mind with respect to time, otherwise I was pretty sure I was at risk for spontaneous human combustion. I didn’t want to think of myself as a prisoner making scratch marks on the wall either, even mentally, so I spaced out”.

Yes! Me too. Before we knew people and had things to do, my teammate and I played hours (or it felt that way) of Skipb0 and Yahtze. Even some mornings after breakfast and before class, we’d play. This seemed to capture the low I felt about it … who plays games in the morning after breakfast and before work? Bored people. For the love, when would it get better?

(Eventually it did!)

The phrase “health hazards” stood out to me in Chapter 11, as Carolyn compared the health hazards of her two lives. I remember being horrified when I moved to the field and my local friends had excruciating chilblains in winter. It was awful. Weren’t they supposed to only be in Dickens’ novels? What are the health hazards in your two (or three or seven) worlds?

“I sat and wondered how much I really love ‘the good people of the great State of Tennessee’. Was that just something I like to write in speeches for the Senator? Did I really care about any of them? The answer seemed to be ‘Yeah, but only from about 500 miles away’. And even then I wanted to be able to dress up and eat well while I did it.”

These are thoughts I’ve had too.

I know I haven’t even touched on Chapter 14 or many of the other themes. So, let’s talk about them in the comments!


P.S. Here’s the reading plan:

June 2 — Chapters 1-7
June 9 — Chapters 8-14
June 16 — Chapters 15-20
June 23 — Chapters 21-25

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  1. Ashley R June 9, 2015

    First, my mother-in-law (who does not live in East TN) has fainting goats. They are alternately funny and pitiful, especially when the little ones first try to climb rocks. They always get scared, freeze up, and slide down the rock face. But they don’t get hurt!

    Amy, I also noticed how much she deals with feeling competent or incompetent in any given situation. I loved that scene where everyone is stuck because of the patient throwing up all down the hallway. She is the only one who can do anything. I realized that I often feel completely incompetent to handle life overseas, but as a mom of four boys, I am really, really good at cleaning up puke and dealing with upset tummies and helping kids avoid poop on the street. It’s not that I can’t do anything, just that I very rarely (maybe never) do anything glamorous.

    I also highlighted that scene where she was opening the mail. It reminded me so much of getting pulled out of my own culture where I was pretty self-reliant, able to express myself intelligently, and generally competent. In a new culture and language, I am like a little kid…or maybe a performing circus animal. It made me ask, how much of my perceived competence was because of the people I surrounded myself with on a daily basis, people who were like me, situations that weren’t too challenging, conversation topics that I was well-versed in…Anybody else?

    I love how Carolyn begins to find her “East Tennesseeness” again and starts to feel more secure and competent. She learns to act like the locals again, defending hers and her daddy’s ability to use dynamite, going redneck on Adron’s cousin (LOVED that line…”I was a purebed redneck, a thirteenth generation American, with untold riffraff simmering in my bloodstream. She was outclassed.”), and converse with the gun-totting patient like it’s no big deal. And, in the end, she lets go of all pretension and need to make herself seem competent when she tricks that patient with the “splinter” in his hand. (I won’t give it away for those who haven’t read it.) That’s when she finally has adjusted to her new role.

    Even then, she has her moments. I loved the self-deprecating scene where she is watching “Brother Sun, Sister Moon” in her basement so she can “review all the best arguments for giving up my Mercedes, my condo in Washington, and my six figure income for a life of obscurity and poverty dedicated to the service and obscure and impoverished people. Since that was what I was doing, I wanted to be sure I was doing it as artistically as possible.” I may not watch Franco Zefferelli films when I do it, but I know I have ways of consoling myself and trying to make myself feel good about all of the sacrifices I make. Those are the low points, whether I am in a basement on a cold winter day or not!

    As for the East Tennessee cultural aspects in these chapters…there was so much I related to. Yes to people with night vision goggles and potato guns! (My high school boyfriend totally had both.) Also, people from my hometown do love a good dynamite blast, and I know plenty of women who can shoot a gun as well as any man. And I loved Miss Hiawatha’s line (it totally plays in my head in an East TN accent), “If I can’t have your love I don’t want your damn Vidalia onions!” First, I love Vidalia onions, what Southerner doesn’t? Second, that just made me laugh out loud! Also, totally East TN, the fact that they guy wasn’t the least upset that the doctor used pliers on him, but was upset that he used cheap Chinese instead of Craftsmans. So many people around home work with their hands for a living, and they love their tools.

    But the aspect of these chapters that hit me most was the way she struggled with the emotional side of her job. I think this passage sums up the “why” of that struggle so well (and it is so very, very true of me, as a person from that culture):

    “We were a family famous for being stoic in a community of the most stoic people in the country…We never showed vulnerability, never asked for help, never showed any sign of strain. To anybody. Ever.”

    The fact that she ends that moment with a joke was so perfect. “If you promise not to go senile, I promise not to get hooked on drugs.” That’s the East Tennessee way of expressing all of those emotions and thoughts swirling in that moment. We don’t say it, we make a joke, but the other person knows what we mean. No more needs to be said. But it does take it’s toll, this stoicism. It’s helped my people endure a lot of hardship, but I have spent most of my adult life learning to be more emotionally open and healthy. I struggle so much when other people suffer around me, not knowing what to do for them if they are not in my family.

    Okay, that’s enough for now. 🙂 Can’t wait to hear what others have to say.


    1. MaDonna June 10, 2015

      I’ll tag on that I loved the quote, “I felt competent for the first time since I’d arrived.” I actually put a smiley face by that. You summed it up well – since moving overseas, I too, may not be able to do all that I was able to do when I was in the US due to language or whatever – but, puke and or cleaning I can do – as long as there is NOT a certain mop or cultural “procedure” to do it. I’ve come across that as well.

      1. Ashley R June 10, 2015

        True about there being culturally appropriate ways to clean! But at least I can do it in my own home and have no one comment on it…except the househelper. 🙂

        1. MaDonna June 10, 2015

          I had no idea until I moved overseas that there were cultural rules in this area. HA!  Yes, my own home I find sanctuary in my cleaning style. 🙂

          1. Amy Young June 10, 2015

            Me too! I never really thought much about how culture is embedded in everything (and not just the “big things” included in training) until I did things “wrong” (Or, more likely, others did them wrong and it annoyed me 🙂 … I’m charming that way)

    2. ErinMP June 10, 2015

      Ashley- cute goat story.

      I like your point about how you don’t feel glamorous with your job…even though it is very very important. I think one of the failings of today’s world is that we used to really elevate mothers, and now we don’t. We act like it’s not a “real” job because no one pays you a 401K, when in reality I think moms who really mother their kids are doing something very important. Working with children I see a huge difference in the children whose mothers love on them and raise them, and children whose mothers either don’t give them emotional love or don’t give them practical help. HUGE difference. Mothers are some of the biggest movers and shakers in a culture, and have a difficult job that deals holistically with a bunch of noisy, moving, tiny, germ-filled, angry, demanding, hungry, pooping machines (who are also cute and wonderful of course). I think mothers should get more credit than they do. Whenever I’d babysit I’d think, maybe it’s a good thing I’m still single…

      Anyway yeah, I had a similar experience in Thailand.

      I love the brother moon sister sun quote too. 🙂

      Good for you, learning to find what was right and balanced for you emotionally. Can I ask some of the ways you did this?

      1. Amy Young June 10, 2015

        Erin, as you pointed out and what I love about this book are the ways Carolyn wrestles with ranking things in her own life — and it mirrors the way we rank in our own lives. I feel the biggest lesson I have been learning this year is the need to rewire parts of my own heart (with God’s help, otherwise I’ll fail) in this area.

        1. ErinMP June 20, 2015

          Same here.

    3. Amy Young June 10, 2015

      As expected 🙂 … I love hearing our your life (and from others who also have lived in similar contexts). Are potato shooters fun to shoot?

  2. Ashley R June 9, 2015

    Also, Amy, loved the part about how much she really loved the people of Tennessee. It’s SO MUCH easier to love our host (and home) cultures from a distance!

  3. Jenny June 9, 2015

    These are places in me that humble me, and also provide a space for me to be known by the One Who Sees Me wherever I am in the world.  I’m really loving this book!  After living overseas for most of the past 16 years our family is now living in SW Virginia, and there are many similarities to East TN (which is where I went to college).

    I can resonate with the feeling of my not-so-obvious-genius both in my overseas life, and in my life right now.  When I didn’t know how to live without running water and erratic electricity, I learned from loving neighbors in that corner of the world who patiently demonstrated what to do, something that even children there knew more about than I did.  And my basic faculties were questioned when my babies were improperly underdressed pretty much all the time by local standards and engaging in risky behaviors like eating ice cream and drinking cold drinks, so I must not be the sharpest knife in the drawer.

    In a country where there is a very high turnover rate for workers the years we spent there gave us (undue?) respect in expat circles, appealing to my sense of self that does like to be recognized for knowing what i’m doing.  Now that we are living in the US, that identity is gone and I’m simply the new one in town.  I have a different learning curve as I figure out gardening with running water (this is JOY, oh the possibilities when you grow things with reliable water!!), coordinating soccer practice schedules, taking a puppy to the vet, figuring out how be part of the Body here.  Many of these are things young teens who have grown up here already know how to do.

    These are places in me that humble me, and also provide a space for me to be known by the One Who Sees Me wherever I am in the world.  Like Carolyn, I understand the longing to be known across worlds and the loneliness that happens to be only known in her DC world or only in TN.  I feel like i’m only half known by nearly everyone in my life because the other exists in the other world.

    1. Ashley R June 10, 2015

      A firm “Amen!” to the loneliness of feeling half known. I felt that way as soon as I left East TN for college and tried to come back. I feel that way now between our host culture and our communities (East TN and otherwise) back in the States. I am so thankful that we have One who knows us, wherever we are and however we change.

      Where did you go to college? I’m not there, but welcome back to the prettiest part of America. 😉 May you settle and find community and start to feel at home.

      1. Jenny June 10, 2015

        I went to Lee University in Cleveland, TN 🙂

        1. Patty Stallings June 12, 2015

          Jenny, Lee University is where our two sons are attending now and our daughter graduated.  Love that place!

    2. ErinMP June 10, 2015

      Can I ask the country that had a high turnover rate, or is it private?

      That’s interesting you point out how people can look at an ability to do a certain skill as a sign of intelligence or not, when really it’s a cultural misunderstanding. I ran into similar things here, but I guess I didn’t realize the ‘why’ until now. It’s more common where a culture or people group hasn’t been exposed to other cultures of course, because that is literally the only way they’ve ever known, so I didn’t experience it as much with Bangkok Thais (who are pretty multi cultural and very helpful, on the whole, as long as they aren’t near a tourist site haha) as I did with some of my coworkers from a more isolated people group. I think my pride felt it more than it should have, mainly when the people involved weren’t loving and helpful about it. When they were, it was just an interesting adventure. Great point.

      God speed on getting adjusted to life in your passport country… definitely know the feeling of being half-known by people as well…

    3. Amy Young June 10, 2015

      Jenny — so much of this I nodded and nodded and just wished we could all be in a room together :). I’m finding it humbling all the things I’m having to learn about my home culture in my 40s … things i would have picked up in my 20s or 30s if I’d been here :). Parts are enjoyable, like gardening (I have shocked myself by how much i enjoy it). Parts are not.

      There are times I enjoy only being partly known because it means I have truly invested in multiple places, but I also weary of feeling like an outsider 🙂

  4. Amy June 10, 2015

    Good morning from South Africa.

    I am loving this! I am so glad that I read this book with the book club instead of on my own. Finding the little pearls of wisdom related to living overseas has been such fun. In fact, I started off behind but loved it so much that I have already finished the book!


    The story about the fainting goats had be laughing out loud while reading in bed. My sweet hubby just glanced over at me and rolled over. Hmmmm…makes me wonder if I do that often.

    I have been in South Africa for 4 months and am feeling that “my genius was no longer obvious.” My job status in a hospital emergency room in the states was one that left me feeling much like Carolyn – just a little better for pulling up the boot straps and making something of myself. Yet…now! In this place! My brilliance at handling medical emergencies or staff crisis holds no bearing. In fact, it is not even known. What a journey it has been to let go of that stubborn pride and to recognize that my worth is found in Christ – and only in Christ.


    I do love the stories of the medical happenings in the office. And being a southern peach – who doesn’t love vidalia onions, pliers used in medical emergencies, and Miss Hiawatha-like family members! I am just a little homesick thinking about them.

    And, yes, this….“I sat and wondered how much I really love ‘the good people of the great State of Tennessee’. Was that just something I like to write in speeches for the Senator? Did I really care about any of them? The answer seemed to be ‘Yeah, but only from about 500 miles away’. And even then I wanted to be able to dress up and eat well while I did it.” No I really love these people; this culture. This culture that is actually 6-8 cultures rolled into one; not one seeing the good in the other. Do I look at this South African culture and seeing only the negative aspects of it? Do I love one of the cultures, but not all? This is a subject that has really hit me hard in the last few weeks. Four months and the honeymoon is over. I struggle with the negativity of one culture, but I love the happiness and joy despite the oppression of the other culture. I struggle with rainbow nation that is segregated by skin color and financial status. When I was 8000+ miles away and preparing to transition, I knew that I loved everything about the country. Now, up-close, I wonder how much I love. But I am learning and loving and being obedient.


    Thanks to all who are reading and commenting. I love seeing what God is revealing to everyone at this time in their lives. Love and prayers for all!

    1. ErinMP June 10, 2015

      HAHA to hubby comment. That’s hilarious.

      Same here, book clubs bring up interesting points…make you think about things in a new light…

  5. ErinMP June 10, 2015

    To answer your Q first.. Oh but first… I grew up with fainting goats!!! I don’t know how they got to CA, except that we had some neighbors who originally came from Tennessee so maybe they brought them and such, but many people in my neighborhood had them, and they fainted (and sneezed) frequently. I always felt guilty around them, like I was causing distress, so I’d usually sprint past their cages in hopes I’d slow down their fainting parade.

    I did laugh at that line, too! Softball, what a good dad!
    I loved her quote about her mind going blank, but for more similar reasons–after a stressful day at the job I felt the exact same way; “Fletcher smiled at me in a kind way. ‘What’re you hiding from?’ ‘My life.’ He turned and stared out the door. ‘Your Daddy and Momma have got more guts than anybody I ever seen. I guess that’s what it takes to do that kind of work.'” That was very encouraging. Sometimes we don’t get thanks for the stressful, unglamorous parts of our job that makes us want to hide…but God sees.
    Health hazards– she described a lot of crazy health hazards. I had never really thought about how dangerous some of these American jobs are. Here- well, malaria and up north the bats can give you rabies. But I feel relatively safe and cozy (just hot and confused a lot) in this part of the city. The biggest danger is getting hit on or over-charged once someone sees your skin shade.
    Oh, I forget. Nobody washes vegetables or fruits, except places like 7-11. I ate a salad at a 5 star resort restaurant (church retreat a Chinese business family treated me to) and got food poisoning, where I absolutely least expected to!


  6. ErinMP June 10, 2015




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    The story of Billy and Possum was fascinating to me. Like someone who couldn’t accept a good thing happening to them. How often do we do that, figuratively holding onto the bad and refusing the good news that comes later?
    When she thinks “this was a heartbreaking job. I wanted my real life back: a life where I didn’t have to face tragedy suddenly, intimately, as a likely but unpredictable part of a normal workday…viewing the most personal and critical moments of other people’s lives, but from an oddly disjointed perspective. It was like waiting at a railroad crossing at night ….” It may be for different reasons, but being over seas has felt the same way. I feel powerless to stop abuse when I see it; I can only do a tiny amount, like handing a dying man a little medicine. I can’t make a dent in trafficking right now. I can’t prevent whatever evil thing will happen to my sweet (sometimes wild and not-so-sweet) little students when they walk out of my classroom, and that drives me crazy sometimes.
    “I watched the dust motes swirl in and out of the stripes of light. I felt hollow inside. How much was I supposed to care, to feel? What was I doing?”
    I want to remember this: “He said in an odd voice, “You’re doing a good job, you know. They’d thank you if they could.” Alma looked at me with a grim but determined expression. I said, “But a hearty thanks may not be immediately forthcoming.” She said, “I ain’t gonna hold my breath.””
    Sometimes jobs are thankless.
    “Then out of habit, I shoved those thoughts away. I maintained myself in a sort of suspended animation, with a vague hope that some outside force would step in and resolve my dilemma. I didn’t have the guts to do it on my own.”
    This seems to be the attitude many religious people (not believers in general, obviously, but I mean very strict people) have to troubles and problems in life: “That helped some. But I don’t think she believed Kermit couldn’t have at least kept his shorts on if he’d really tried.”
    This reminded me of my small town (especially before CA gun laws got stricter); the demure gun-totin church lady who kept a gun everywhere and shot perfectly.  My small part of CA, so different from the rest, must have a lot of ancestors from TN.

    ““A few years ago I was standing on a crowded street corner in New York City, on vacation, waiting to cross at the light when a little kid said real loud, ‘Momma, what’s wrong with that man’s hand?’ The kid’s mother said, without missing a beat, ‘Why, nothing’s wrong with his hand. It’s just made different from yours. That’s all.’ I loved her for that.”Remind me to answer questions like that!

    1. ErinMP June 10, 2015

      *Yikes, sorry for the weird formatting!

  7. MaDonna June 10, 2015

    Loving these comments – and I agree with them. Loved the “God sees us even when we feel like no one else does” comment.

    Also the one on finding our worth in Christ. That’s the one that I thought of as I read this passage, “I desperately wanted to see myself as somebody who mattered in this world. That’s what I really wanted. Surely I was meant for more important things then working in a little country doctor’s office. Wasn’t I?” – Mine repeating complaint is, “I never thought I’d be spending my time as an overseas worker changing diapers, cleaning up toys, laundry, changing diapers, taking my daughter to physical/occupational/speech therapy…I thought I’d be doing more important things.” I know…”WHAT is she thinking? Raising kids IS an important job!” I know. I know – I’m remind myself of this daily. It’s humbling to know that God doesn’t need me to do GREAT things, just to be willing to do what He asks me to do – to lay down my life and carry his cross (Luke 9:23)

    And her prayer goes right along with this, “Okay, God. I’ve received your message…..I’ll remain here and be a poor nobody. You’ve sent me a sign and I will obey. I’ll stay at least a little bit longer in this awful job.” – somedays I’m sure my prayers are similar. Also, a thought on “obeying”. It’s a simple task – He tells you and you obey, right? But, many times, though I find it simple, I don’t often find it easy.

    Loved the fainting goats, of course. I love the language/voice, great use of showing and not telling (okay the teacher/writer coming out in me) by using examples from that region of the US – but also relatable to many. Love, love, LOVE the various characters that come through the office door… so glad I joined this book discussion.

    1. ErinMP June 15, 2015

      Haha, yeah that prayer– resonating. You’re right she’s the type of author who just shows us lessons or ideas or characters with less telling. Very engaging. Some of the characters just made me laugh out loud every time they entered the scene. I love the dialogue when she doesn’t know what they’re talking about but they’re so into whatever subject it is, like the guy telling her about them good wieners you know, and then blowing up stuff in the middle of the river…ah, so funny.

  8. Elizabeth June 11, 2015

    We haven’t had internet for 2 days, so I haven’t been able to join in yet!

    I laughed at the biohazard spills story, and the tiny little jar that was supposed to help soak them up! I also laughed at her depiction of JAMA with depressing cover art. And I chuckled when she realized she was only treated as competent because of the government people she was around. And of course her comments on Dante’s Commedia were comical.

    I loved the part about farm kids spending lots of time with their dads on tractors. What a beautiful picture of quality time that is probably missing from most of our lives. Farm life is still a slower lifestyle, huh?

    I loved the part where she said she may be in East Tennessee, but she’d been living in Washington for too long to be excluded from something just because she was a girl.

    I loved that conversation with Jacob about an upcoming hearing: “Please tell me you’ve not got your head stuck in ‘The Federalist Papers’ again.” This cracked me up. What a nerdy conversation to have! Then she says sarcastically, “What could possibly be more stimulating than wrangling over questions of Original Intent of the Founding Fathers?” Cracked me up!

    I loved her response to “Who the he!! do you think you are?”: “The doctor’s daughter.” I love her pluck.

    And then that said chapter with having to tell that man he was dying, I just cried. I underlined the whole thing. How hard it was to tell people they were dying, how he didn’t know he was handicapped until someone called him that as an adult, all that. Wow. Sad.

    I love the part where Fletcher finds her hiding in the barn. I have been known to hide in my bathroom from time to time.

    “I sat and wondered how much I really loved ‘the good people of the great State of Tennesse.’ Was that just something I liked to write in speeches for the Senator? Did I really care about any of them. The answer seemed to be ‘Yeah, but only from about 500 miles away.’ And even then  wanted to be able to dress up and eat well while I did it.

    Then I wondered how much I really loved my parents. Did I love them enough to perform the task they’d asked of me? It frightened me how hard I had to think about that and still no answer came.

    In Washington, I could seem like a big deal to an entire nation full of strangers. Here, I was a lowly friendly face to the sick people of a small rural community. I desperately wanted to see myself as somebody who mattered in this world. That’ what I really wanted. Surely I was meant for more important things than working in a little country doctor’s office. Wasn’t I?”

    I so related to that internal monologue. It’s easier to love people from a distance, easy to want to be important, hard to realize the answers to our honest questions don’t always come as quickly as we’d like. Then I remember my Catholic grandfather’s wake, and how the whole town turned out to tell stories. Stories of him being on the school counsel. Stories of him being there for someone who wanted to commit suicide. Stories of him quietly loving and serving his neighbors in addition to the back breaking work of corn and soybean farming. And I remember that that is what matters, the small daily interactions with people, not the big epic things we do.

    It was very impacting when her father went into his office and stayed there for awhile, after hearing how a patient’s family dynamics had disintegrated. She’d never seen a chink in his armor before, so she knew it had really affected him.

    I laughed at the part where Miss Hiawatha was coming in, and Daddy stuffed an Almond Joy in his mouth and reached for the Tylenol, and then hid behind the fridge. Just cracked up! And then when she talks to the pharmacist who says she won’t take large supplies of drugs because she doesn’t want die and have wasted money on meds she won’t use, but he says he pays for it all anyway, out of his own pocket, I also laughed.

    “Receptionist Rule No. 1 was that people who were bleeding got to jump the line.” Laugh! And then the horrific accident that came after that! Icky and hilarious all in one sitting. Yikes! I guess there were a lot of funny parts this week. Like when the old lady told the hypochondriac that if he wanted something that would REALLY do him good, to keep loaded guns stashed all over the place, instead of taking too many over the counter meds! And that lady’s story of why her dad taught her to shoot!

    And one last thing that made me laugh and cringe all at the same time: Jason Wolfe’s splinter!! Oh my goodness, laughing through the whole thing, yet also so disturbed by the injury. And the part where she tries to distract him with certain, um, hand placements! Too funny!

    So I guess I thought this week’s stories were mostly funny, but I also cried at some points. Just really engaging.

    1. ErinMP June 15, 2015

      I agree- there were whole sections I laughed out loud, and others that made me tear up.

      Love the point on our daily interactions with people being what they remember, not something “epic.”

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