I failed.
A prayer ended so it was a perfect moment to get up, as to not make noise during someone's prayer. However as I started getting up, the guy next to me started to pray, "Lord, my heart is so broken for the people-" and that's all that anyone heard.
As I began to stand up I very quickly realized that my right leg had fallen dead asleep and was completely numb and useless. I had been sitting against a door that was really loose in the frame so any movement would create a large banging noise as the door wiggled around. So here I am banging on the door behind me because I need it to lean against because it's either that or fall over into the sitting people because my leg won't do anything that I tell it to. I have to get out of there! So I shoot up as fast as I can and my shorts get caught by the doorknob and it starts pulling down my pants. Great, now I'm going to be de-pantsed in the middle of prayer group and then fall down on my face with no shorts on. I grab my shorts and pull them up as fast as I can, but since my concentration is shifted off of my balance, I start to fall. I use the momentum to jump over the laying down person in the doorway, using my arms to brace myself against the door, wall, desk and everything in my path-thus hitting and banging on everything as I go. I reach the hallway and fall flat on my face. I can't just lay here in front of an entire room of people! I pop up with my arms, take one jump with my good leg and then fall down flat again. I jump back up and balance on my leg and my slowly working leg. I whisper "sorry" and start my limp across campus. My leg didn't fully work for a good 5 minutes. I was later told the group didn't stop laughing for 15.
But it's pretty interesting, because even in the midst of intense brokenness, we can still have joy, because God is a God of brokenness and of joy.
