I thought you were a spider

It was fast and testimony meeting. The church was old. The pews were hard. The spirit was... well it was probably good, but I was asleep. I was sitting behind a gorgeous sister missionary, when those comfortable wood pews seemed to engulf me. I drifted off to the reassuring words of faithful saints. Waking on the oft occasion a testimony became so emotional that the voice of the bearer seemed to reach a pitch so high as to pierce the ears. As my mind wandered off a spider slowly meandered in, crawling ever so softly on my forehead. The spider then jumped back to the pew in front of me, only to return again. Over and over this spider danced his dance until I had awakened enough to feel it's gentle touch. The tickle sent me into an immediate unconscious reaction. I swatted my hand as if to end this spiders existence. Only it wasn't a spider... It was a stray hair from the sister missionary directly in front of me. The spider didn't feel my wrath, but that poor Sister's head did. I fiercely swatted those luxurious locks of lovely hair, and the head attached to them. Her reaction was to be expected, mine wasn't. Instead of immediately apologizing for the harm I had caused her, I made an excuse... "I thought you were a spider!" I exclaimed. I am sure you can imagine the confusion that ensued. I tried to explain myself, but the damage had been done. What can I say, except that if it was a spider... I'd have been doing her a favor. Maybe we'd even have an eternal family?

Elder William Johnson
Japan Tokyo Mission