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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of Dont Try to Walk before You Can Crawl (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (01/17/08)
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TITLE: Mr. Know-It-All Takes the Lead | Previous Challenge Entry
By Dee Yoder
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āItās ten miles from start to finish. It seems longer to you because youāve never done it before. I warned you it would be too tough for your first hike, but...ā he shrugs.
The new boots Iām wearing feel like they weigh ten pounds each; Iām pretty sure once I take my socks off, Iām going to find shredded flesh where my heels used to be. I begged to come, but I didnāt know it would be this hard and tiring. Iām grumpy, too. John, being the experienced hiker, has irritated me with his constant advice. Heās turned into Mr. Know-It-All. Before this fiasco, I used to like my husband.
āWhere are we going to camp tonight?ā I ask again as I brush away the bugs.
āAt the top of Chilhowie, Sandra. Iāve told you that five times already.ā
Heās getting very close to becoming a casualty on this trail, I think as I glare at the back of his head.
āYou donāt have to act like Iām an imbecile, ā I mutter under my breath. Though Iām a novice, I think Iāve done fairly well keeping up with him. Of course, he pointed out to me the many mistakes Iāve made along the way, and this has set my teeth on edge.
The emotional distance between the two of us burns my heart. Iād wanted to have time alone with him. Iād imagined conversations, laughter, and even a little flirting on this journey. But it hasnāt been that way at all. Iāve worried him no end in my ignorance, and Iām not happy being told what to do by the āexpertā. First, he couldnāt believe I started this hike in brand new boots. Then he was critical of all the stuff I packed in my backpack. When he turned out to be right, and I couldnāt carry the load any more, heād carried my backpack, too, but couldnāt resist saying, āI tried to tell you.ā Grrr. I donāt dare say anything about the condition of my feet.
The last hour of the hike we barely speak to each other. Finally, when I think I canāt take another step, he points to a sign that says āCamp Chilhowie.ā I moan in anticipation of blissful rest, and as we walk through the campground, darkness settles over the hilltop like a heavy curtain. My mistakes have cost us daylight and, in minutes, I canāt see anything beyond the campfires and lanterns.
I point to a clearing on the outskirts of the campground. āThat looks like a good spot.ā
He scans the area as he shakes his head. āItās too far away from the others. Thereās got to be a reason why no one has claimed it.ā
I stomp my foot in frustration. āJohn! Canāt I be trusted to even choose a spot without a lecture?ā He sighs and gives in wearily.
In the glow of the campfire, John starts. I try to help him set up our camp, but I have no idea what to do. I locate a level place and with little assist from me, he pitches the tent; heās fussing and grumbling the whole time. We finally fall into our sleeping bags in exhausted huffs. So much for togetherness.
The sound of Johnās Bible pages shuffling wakes me. He glances my way and keeps reading.
āNot even a āgood morningā, huh?ā I grouse.
Silence.
āIām heading for the shower, John.ā
āOkay.ā He keeps reading.
I shrug myself out of the sleeping bag and open the tent flap, and when I look out, I gasp. I can see that in the dark last night, I directed John to pitch our tent on the rim of a precipice! Angels must have kept us from hurtling over the side when we stumbled to bed because the path we took is no more than two feet from the edge.
āJohn! Look!ā He scoots over to the opening and leans out.
His astonished face turns pale and then he bursts into laughter. He grabs his Bible and holds it out to me, his finger pointing to a verse.
āPride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall*,ā I read. I feel my face flush and my heart pound at my foolishness.
āNext time, John, Iāll listen and learn,ā I promise with a shaky laugh.
*Proverbs 16:18, The Holy Bible, New International Version
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Red ink: I don't know if she would admit being wrong quite so quickly. If it were me, I'd just mumble something and admit being wrong later.
My fav line. Great story, pace and reader interest. Not boring at all, I found it very entertaining. God bless.
"Hes getting very close to becoming a casualty on this trail" laughed out loud at this one.
Finding themselves on the edge of a precipice in the morning brought back very vivid memories for me!
Congratulations!
Great job. I wonder if the symbolism was intended for their marriage falling off the cliff if she didn't get a new attitude!!!
Glad for the opportunity to give a belated congrats!