Dedicated to Cynthia....

Yes Cynthia - this is for you. You always loved this story. And besides, I like you. You're a lovely woman and I miss you. Bless you angel.

Allow me to lift your spirits by telling this simple tale - later we can compare degrees of blondness. About 7 years ago I was living on the main YWAM base in Norway and was allocated a single room. I noticed that the light that was hanging from the ceiling was almost dragging on the floor due to lazy wiring. Being someone that allows life's trivial matters to get to me easily, I realised that there was no way I could allow this wire to bug me. I dragged the, already dangling wire, across the ceiling. The wire came loose from the brackets that previously had attached itself so poorly, and I was able to let the light rest on the floor. However, this turned out to be a foolish plan because the light's energy was just dedicated to warming the floor - not helpful. The light itself wasn't plugged in, it had been wired to a light switch which didn't make things less complicated for me. I studied the wire more closely and discovered that between the normal thick white wiring and the light switch, someone had really done a poor job because the wiring inside was peeking through. It was visible for about an inch to the human eye. Then came my lethal brainwave. I thought to myself; "This wire's really in my way. I should cut it off!"

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I climbed onto a stool with a pair of scissors and homed in on the visible wire. I heard a small snap, felt really warm all over, my hair lifted above my head punk rock style, and I fused the entire building. After this I had to explain to the caretakers/janitors at the base what had happened. Admittedly, I lied to the first one because he was quite good looking. He asked me what had happened and I replied dumbly: "Uh, I dunno really." The second bloke asked me straight out what had really happened and I said: "Ummm, I cut the wire with scissors and electrocuted myself and fused the house." After his controlled outburst of: "With scissors!!!!" He attempted an empathetic: "No, it's ok. It's ok." But after a while turned his head to me again and said: "With scissors!!!???" It was very embarrassing.
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Later that night, when I was alone, I lay on my bed still shaking slightly and thanked God for saving my life.
As proof of my amazing stupidity, I have kept my scissors from that fateful day and have photographed them for your enjoyment. I took pictures from both sides. You can actually see where the wire burned itself right onto the metal. Very, VERY stupid.

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