A stone in my shoe
It was already late for me. I had to be present on the pulpit before the trainees exactly at 9 a.m. Then it was 8:45. I tightened my shoe lace finally and zoomed in to my car and drove to the seminar venue which is just over 3 Km away from my home. When I pressed the brake pedal for stopping my car outside the seminar hall, I felt that something was pricking the second finger of my right leg. 'Ouch' I felt a little bit of pain, but certainly not required immediate attention. I parked my car and rushed to the seminar hall. For every alternate step of mine, the pricking brooked. 'What could be inside?' My thought rewound about 30 min and replayed from 8:30 a.m but with out success. I looked at my watch. Oh, God. It is 9:00. I virtually ran into the hall and stood on the dais before the trainees. "Good Morning friends...", I started delivering my prepared content. Being a trainer I had to move to every place inside the hall to bring a conducive learning atmosphe...