It was only a matter of time before this happened, let’s be honest. However, walking barefoot everywhere and working barefoot on the projects, I would have bet money on it happening while I was mixing cement, plastering a house or digging post holes during our Inkanyezi refurbishment project. I haven’t even stubbed a toe while gardening, walking barefoot around Khula, or out at the bar (don’t worry, I bring my shoes so I don’t have to go barefoot into the toilets).
Instead of all of those logical reasons for getting a broken toe, I broke mine by dropping a 2L bottle of frozen milk on it. What is more interesting is that dropping said bottle of milk on my toe meant I couldn’t go to church for the first time since I was 11.
Yes, I had planned on going to church. A few of my friends here in South Africa attend churches in Mtubatuba, so I figured why not? The women who work for us at African Impact all attend church, and I’m constantly surrounded by it on the projects and in the communities. I find people’s faith refreshing, and I enjoy hearing about why church and having a connection with God makes people feel despite the lack of any kind of structured spirituality in my own life.
I would consider myself Agnostic – I’m really not certain what I believe, nor have I really put that much thought into it. So I thought no time like the present to attempt to discover whether I’m the spiritual type that would enjoy attending church. At the very least I’d meet some more people and make friends, right?
Wrong. No church for me. Instead, an incredibly sore, swollen, black toe. I’m trying not to take it as a sign, and will try going to church next Sunday. If a higher power doesn’t want me practicing religion, let’s just hope the next sign doesn’t cause me any more bodily harm.
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