We dressed in proselyting clothes to do this service project. I was going to man this wooden basket dragon. It was for a mini golf putting thing. When the ball went in the hole, I would pull the lever on the back of the giant dragon and make steam come out of its mouth.
One time, my finger caught one of the edges of the woven wooden strips. It started to bleed and everyone panicked. Well, except me and Elder Jensen from Oregon.
One guy ran off to find a band-aid. I left to get some water and a napkin. Jensen was denied some ice from a vendor but got some napkins. I stepped on a hose and we traced it to end hoping the water was on – which fortunately it was.
I used it to wash off the area. It was a clean cut; the bleeding stopped easily. The guy came with a band-aid and I went back to work.
Shortly afterward, this golf cart with a siren pulled up. He was responding to someone’s call. There was a Doctor in that branch and he came running over.
Even though I told them I was alright, they wanted to see the cut. The Doctor laughed and walked away when he saw it was nothing alarming. I laughed when they asked if I wanted to go to the hospital. In retrospect, I guess they only asked because they did not want to be sued.
Posted by Michael at September 20, 2006 09:14 AM