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10:00 pm. Answering.

I keep getting told that I will lead a group.
The answer I have consistently given is – “Not.”
However, just now, as I began to drift off pondering that projection statement again, I heard a loud bell-clear message.

I will not lead a group – but I will lead individual leaders.

10:05 pm. Requests

So, I’m happy with that answer, and I’m thinking, “Hey, I’m doing ok so far.”
Then, a simple request turned ugly. It came innocently from a top bunk.
“Please turn off the ceiling fan,” became a solid smack of the forehead on the steel bar of a very low clearance bunk.

This lead to a slight imbalance upon standing, which led to a stumble, which led to a fumble over a suitcase in the dark, which led to me flat out on the floor. I notice that my wrist is immediately a little sore, but I’m laughing to myself, and at myself.

Until the team leader sticks her head in saying, “It sounded like someone just fell off a bunk.” “Not exactly,” I giggle. She quickly backs out and I know she’s feeling relief that all is ok. She knows she’ll get the details in the morning. I later learn she had been carrying a camera hoping for a GITC photo op. I’m thinking that would not have been ok.