I was a nail biter for most of my childhood. I didn’t kick the habit completely until I was in my twenties and have been in “recovery” since then. I almost relapsed last night.
Bo-Began had applied for one of three available college student summer internships with our city. A few weeks ago, she received a request from the city’s HR Department to provide a urine sample for drug screening. She did so and then we waited. About a week later, a letter arrived from the Director of Human Resources for the city. Bo-Began was notified that she was among the five qualified candidates and that selection would be made by random drawing at the next City Council meeting. The letter extended an invitation for her and her family to attend.
Approximately twenty minutes into the council meeting, the topic of summer intern selection was introduced. The HR Director carried a green fabric bag with a drawstring up to the lectern. She invited the Mayor to step down from the dais to make the selection. He asked one of the other City Council members to accompany him. Hizzoner did not participate in the drawing. The other Council member actually reached into the bag to select the names. She pulled out an egg-shaped ball that had been painted to resemble a soccer ball. The HR Director opened the ball, removed the paper inside and read the first name. It was not Bo-Began. This is the point at which I realized that my gel nails were protecting my real nails from my teeth. The second ball was withdrawn from the green bag. The second name was not Bo-Began. The third and final ball was selected and opened. The name announced: Bo-Began! I immediately offered up thanks to my Heavenly Father for granting her righteous desire. If they could have, I bet my real fingernails were breathing a sigh of relief.
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| I'm fairly certain they don't know that BYU and BYU-I are two separate entities. |
