As I opened the chapel door tonight, a cold gust of wind blew in and sent papers flying across the room. Everyone looked up at me. I apologized and went around picking up all the papers. As I was going to sit down, I paused by my friend Catherine and said: “This weather is all my fault. It was warm all last week and I just sweated, so last night I set out a short sleeve shirt for today. And then as I left the house for church this morning, it started snowing! I’m so sorry I caused this cold weather.”
“So, this afternoon, I am back to this,” I told her, noting the old sweatshirt I wore. Catherine just smiled. Later, as she was leaving the chapel, she stopped by me and softly pinched my sweatshirt as she said: “Now I want you to leave this sweatshirt on. Promise me you won’t take it off again until it hits at least 87 degrees.”
I promised.
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