| 70 - Why Being "Good" Is Sometimes Bad |
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| Written by David Delk |
| Wednesday, December 10 2008 10:23 |
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When I was in college, I met a wonderful girl named Ruthie (who I'm happy to say is now my bride of 12 years.) During the early months of our relationship I had an opportunity to be helpful to her and her family. (I was glad to do it for many reasons, including the chance to impress Ruthie.) Her uncle lived near my family's house in Atlanta. He needed some help trimming trees in the yard, so I grabbed a chainsaw and drove over. After I had been there a few minutes, I finished cutting up a large limb on the ground and began walking to the next pile of branches. After the second step I felt something brush against my knee. I was wearing shorts, and when I looked down I saw a large white place beside my kneecap. My first thought was that I had just scraped my knee with the saw, much like asphalt scrapes your skin when you slide on it. I was so convinced it was only a minor problem that I calmly put down the saw, turned it off , and then looked more closely at my leg.
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