Can you guess who this is? Yes, it’s your old friend, *me*! I decided that since I am the daughter of a welder, it wouldn’t hurt for me to learn how to weld. It’s kind of tricky to start out with. First I have to find my brother’s gloves (Did I grab the right gloves: are they my brother’s or Goliath’s?); then I put on the welding hood. Next, I place 4 pieces of metal in the jig. I grab the welding “gun”, aim it at the spot to be welded--and accidentally hit the “trigger,” the gloves are so big that I’m a bit clumsy (and now I’m partially blinded). Next time, I’m more careful to keep my fingers away from the trigger till I’m ready. I take aim, and shake my hood down over my eyes--or at least try to--the hood goes flying across the room: I didn’t tighten it correctly. When did welding hoods start finding wings? I wonder. Not easily dissuaded, I take off my gloves, put the welding hood back on, tighten it correctly (no more winged escapes!), put my gloves back on, take aim again, shake my head three times (finally the hood comes down), and pull the trigger--nice, a good weld! I make four welds, pull back the clamps, grab a pry bar, pry my handiwork out of the jig, and start the whole process over--this time, minus most of the mistakes. In spite of my initial problems, I find welding to be very interesting and fun!
Moral of the story? Don’t be afraid to try new things; you may make many mistakes, but never give up!
And when it comes to more the difficult challenges of life, always remember: "If God be for us, who can be against us?"
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