jakorte's blog

Finding out the gathering had more to do with the trailer locks, than the foot stomping episode, was a relief. There was still a lot of tension. As we circled up for morning devotion, I hung back a bit.

But it seemed I couldn't get off that easy. Two team members approached me and herded me off to the side. I braced myself for a dress-down regarding my inappropriate behavior. I was willing to confess an over-reaction. But that's not what I got. Instead, I ended up being the 3rd party in a conspiratory trio. Keeping their voices quiet, a newer, more attention-demanding issue emerged. The awe of it floored me.

Keeping in mind that my enthusiastic team members were willing to climb into the back of the truck for the short ride to the work site, here is the abbreviated version of what happened.

Shortly after the truck with the appropriate number of passengers-to-seatbelts ratio departed, there was an "incident." Turning a corner, the bedgate opened up and a cooler fell out. The cooler was only slightly damaged, but the implication was scary. If a person had been sitting in front of the cooler, as was momentarily planned, they would have been the one pushed out.

I think it took a lot of bravery for our team members to stand in a circle, discuss our feelings, and admit our errors. I didn't know that the truck bed sometimes failed to keep it's latch. Neither did anyone else. Except the team leader, who was away at a meeting.

I wish I could be sure that everyone who was there feels as I do. It still bothers me some - that the hand of GOD was stomping my foot.