Day 23: Notes on Being A Greeter

A  few times in my adult life, I have worked as a “Greeter” .  It has generally been in connection with churches and is a terrific way to start off your morning worship  because you smile a lot and welcome people. I am thinking that  my my second music teacher would be proud of me. She always taught me that being warm and friendly was a life skill. And she was right. I sometimes work as a greeter at other kind of functions. I usually know right away when I am going to be asked because every conversation starts-” We were trying to figure out who can talk to total strangers and your name came to mind.”  Yep! That is me! I can talk to anyone.  And face it, some folks cannot. Some always look like their shoes pinch or their panties are in a bunch!

Many years ago, I was serving on the greeter committee in a church. We were involved with a lot of thing there and in the community.  One of our other fun things was working as chaperones with some high school scouts.  A big day trip had been planned and I was SO excited! We were going canoeing in the mountains for the day.  I had been canoeing a few times and loved it.  When we arrived at the river, the water was down. It had been really dry and the water depth was not as much as we expected. But that was no BIG deal, I thought. Little did I know——water dept is very important!

My husband and I were partners. That was BIG mistake two. We had been married a long time. Who would realize that you should never partner with your spouse?  We started out with adult couples spaced between scout canoes . I was in the front. My husband was in the back. Part of MY job was to notice the water depth so that we did not run aground on the rocks. If that happened, we would have to jump out and pull the canoe to deeper water. Well, rats! It was so hard to judge the depth from the front of the canoe. It would look just fine and then we would hit the rocks.  My husband began to complain bitterly about my canoeing skills. And probably I was a little touchy from just not being able to quickly determine  the depth.  By mid-morning, I would have traded my husband for —well almost anything.  So I decided to become the depth finder of the ages! I would NOT screw up again. I carefully leaned forward to see better and WHAM! We hit another rock. Unfortunately, my paddle was posed so that the sudden rock hit slammed the handle into my forehead. In mere moments, I had a huge lump in the center of my forehead and both eyes were beginning to discolor!

We stopped and put ice on my head and switched places.  Quickly, my husband saw that indeed it was hard to determine the depth.  Even with his expert canoeing  skills we ran aground!

But this is not the end of this story. The next day I was one  of the greeters at church. There I was with a discolored lump  in  the middle of my forehead. And two black eyes! After the initial shock, people would ask about what had happened to me. When I told them  that my husband and I had a canoeing accident, they would smile and say “sure”.  Then they would ask about what really happened.

Oh my!  I should have had a better story!