One day I woke up at 4:00 one Sunday morning and my face felt swollen. I ran to the bathroom and was appalled to note that I had suddenly developed the symptoms of Bell‘s Palsy. The right side of my bottom lip was fully two inches higher than the left. I glared at my image helplessly, lamenting the years I had spent decrying my average appearance. Having a five head (so big that it ceases to qualify as a four-head) was now the least of my problems. Mediocre suddenly seemed so much better than my new face, which could only belong to the scorned lovechild of Quasimodo and Popeye.
In desperation I lifted my eyes to the heavens and implored, “I think that we both know that there is no way that I’m going to go to church looking like this. Your call.”
I went back to sleep and when I woke up a few hours later, I looked completely normal.
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My faith has been strengthened by this inspirational story.
ReplyDelete"Your call..." Miss Jill, I want front row seats to your judgment with God.
ReplyDeleteHaha Kim, I thought that that story was borderline inappropriate, so I read your comment and I was like, oh no, I was afraid of that.
ReplyDeleteThat is crazy Jill. My sister Noel had Bell's Palsy during her highschool graduation and it lasted for about a month. It really is a very unpleasant look for a person. You are sooooo lucky it went away.
ReplyDeleteRyan lol-ed when I read this one to him. Scorned lovechild. OMGSH.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite stories, I can always count on your blog for a good laugh. ;)
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