I'm not going to lie.
It wasn't pretty. Honestly, it was down right ugly.
Last year she fell down the stairs.
Debbie was at work when she slipped. And as usual she was multitasking; talking on her cell phone, carrying an armful of files, and trying to find her keys in her purse.
The poor woman really doesn't know how it happened. But before she knew it, Debbie was face up looking at a blizzard of papers flying around the room.
"Holy crap! Did anyone see that? Can they see my underwear?" were her first thoughts.
And her shoulder hurt. "How the heck did I hurt my shoulder? Sheesh!"
As she made her way back to her feet, the last of the papers finally landed.
Debbie scanned the area. She was looking for her phone and praying nobody was nearby to witness her nasty faux pas.
But she wasn't that lucky. A man was coming her way and obviously knew what just happened.
Debbie quickly avoided eye contact, still visually searching for her phone.
"Are you okay?" asked the man as he picked up & handed over her iPhone.
She had to suck it up & look him in the eyes at that point. She was mortified. Humiliated. Completely embarrassed.
But the man was a real gentleman and helped her gather everything together. As they did so, they chatted to fill the awkward silence, and Debbie learned his name was John.
Within a few minutes the chit-chat turned to giggles. Debbie had to laugh at herself. And after John knew that she was fine, he couldn't help but laugh too.
The two were there for quite some time. And once Debbie had all of her things, John walked her to her car. They stood there talking until Debbie had to go. But before John let her drive away, he asked for her phone number.
So you see, had it not been for that brutal fall, Debbie & John would never have met.
:: That was the story of how John & Debbie met. That story was also the Maid of Honor speech I gave at Debbie & John's wedding last night.
This week's assignment is to write a short piece, either fiction or non-fiction, about something ugly - and find the beauty in it.