Kids say the darndest things.

Saturday, FatCats hosted the Special Olympics and I was able to work the party. It was really fun, the people there were really nice and so excited to be bowling. They were also surprisingly really good at bowling. The Special Olympics came in 2 groups, the morning one's were not allowed to have assistance and the afternoon group were the assisted ones. After the morning group finished one of the competitors started talking to me. This was our conversation.

Him: "So what's your name?"
Me "Cristal, so you won a metal, that's super exciting. What was your score?"
Him. "It was 624... but that was 3 games combined"
Me "oh so your average was like 200?"
Him "Well, no. It was 60."
Me "oh yeah you have a handicap"

Now I did not mean it like that at all... Its the same as in golf, you have a handicap to get a better score or whatever it is for. It's not my fault that they call it that!! But i felt so bad and I don't think that he really appreciated it. :/

I do believe in miracles. I do! I do!

I was working at the bowling alley tonight and my roommate Savanna was working at the restaurant that is located in the same building. Well Savanna does not have a car and there is snow and ice all over the ground, so since it was slow, I decided to ask my manager if I could get off the same time as her so that I could drive her home. He told that once I finished cleaning the grill area then I would be able to leave.

Let me paint a small picture for you. Fat Cats (the bowling alley) and Costa Vida are located in the same building but they are not the same place. They have the whole kitchen and we have a small 4x4 ft corner where we have 2 pizza ovens, a fryer, a popcorn machine, and a soda dispencer there. It's pretty crammed.

It was no big deal for me to close Strikers Grill (the food place that belonged to Fat Cats) So I went over there and started to do my business. I turned off the ovens and the coffee machine and then I got to the fryer. From the angle that I was looking at it there was only one lever to pull, so I did. It was the wrong lever. it started draining the oil all over the floor not to mention up to my elbow on my right arm and drenching my right side from my waist to my knee. (I've only turned it off once before a LONG time again needless to say)

The oil was room temperature so the only problem that it created was a huge mess and required mopping it 3 times. (We'll see how it dried next time I am working)

Now for the miraculous part of the story. I was frying french fries and chicken strips not even 15 minutes before then. There was no one else over there to turn the fryer off between that time and even if it was the oil is kept at 350 to 400 degrees so there is no way that that much oil would have cooled off that fast. it was a miracle that I was not terribly burned. I am so grateful or this miracle that I experienced in my life. Everyone there said I must have been doing something right cuz no one else understands it either. But I believe that God just cares about His children and He sometimes likes to remind them that He is aware of them.

God knows each and everyone of us. He is aware of our struggles and our needs. He loves us and He takes care of us.