So today I realized that I have never explained the meaning for my title. So here it goes. Brazil has a small town that is close to my heart named Juazeiro. In this city all the side streets are paved with cobblestone. I was 22 and serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I was trying to memorize some scriptures that I really liked. This particular afternoon I was walking briskly and determined to commit the verse to memory. I was looking down at the words of the verse and totally flew. Before I knew that something was wrong……I was on the ground with my skirt over my head. Nice.
In these situations I am usually laughing harder than anyone. I can just visualize all the flailing movements I just preformed with all of my appendages. This scene was an exception. I was laughing my companion (the other Sister Missionary) was laughing and then….. I hear Bahahahahhahahahahha from down the street. That lady got a good laugh with each of us.
I would love to say that was my only encounter with Cobblestone and tripping but that would be a waise from the truth. In fact it was a very far distance from the truth. The Portuguese word for Cobblestone is Paralelipipido. I don’t know if I am even spelling that right. And so my original name was Walking on Cobblestone in Portuguese.
So there you have it. No deep meaningful purpose. Just funny times in a place with people that I miss dearly. I would be making it up to if I told you a wonderful story about how Cobblestone represents the people in my life that I encounter or "Trip over." That no matter how special we are or aren’t we are just like Cobblestones. Some are worn down easier and faster than others. Some stand taller than others but were apart of a lovely road of life. Some are on roads that lead to important places and some are stuck in the place waiting for a road to find them.
Got.To.Stop… Cause that isn’t the reason at all. But that tangent even surprised myself . HEHE!!