tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476902858280070450.post2862470753060587863..comments2023-10-22T03:33:03.309-07:00Comments on My Experience as Youth Pastor: My Poor HandsNick the Geekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09494956043889392219noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476902858280070450.post-87642000054046445722009-06-09T21:29:18.047-07:002009-06-09T21:29:18.047-07:00I made it as far as that you used to be a carpente...I made it as far as that you used to be a carpenter. 'Nuff said.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10377069690077072368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476902858280070450.post-16045836341233103552009-03-27T13:51:00.000-07:002009-03-27T13:51:00.000-07:00Helen & Katdish,Thanks for the well wishes on ...Helen & Katdish,<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the well wishes on my fingers, although the bionic finger would be pretty cool. I'd be like some kind of super spy.<BR/><BR/>Kat,<BR/>You should read it. You'd be surprised how little each of the incidents hurt. Of course I had to overcome a fear of the tools, but that wasn't too bad. Actually after the first instance I had to finish planning the door when I got back to work because the other guy was too scared of the planner. I did take it off the hinges and mount it in a floor brace that holds the door securely on its edge while working on it. I didn't make the mistake of trying to save time ever again with that tool. <BR/><BR/>Actually each of the accidents taught me something important, like clean the floor and empty the dust bin once you start getting a little bit of buildup. Sure I had to stop halfway through several projects to clean up but I didn't slip again.Nick the Geekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09494956043889392219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476902858280070450.post-84239282721767251732009-03-27T13:41:00.000-07:002009-03-27T13:41:00.000-07:00Sorry...can't read this. Gives me the heebie-jeeb...Sorry...can't read this. Gives me the heebie-jeebies. When you started talking about planing the door, I had to stop.<BR/><BR/>Nope...can't read it. Sorry.<BR/><BR/>(But I'm glad you have all your fingers.)katdishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09210738418270395622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476902858280070450.post-45595421776684140492009-03-27T08:58:00.000-07:002009-03-27T08:58:00.000-07:00I am glad you have all of your fingers.I am glad you have all of your fingers.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18070555200892952455noreply@blogger.com