Tiny
Tiny On one Saturday last year, I went for choir rehearsals. On getting to church, we were so few that we had to wait for others to come. While waiting, I decided to go to the children's department, have a look and also gist with others. (cause I like gist☺) Few minutes later, we were called back into the church to start rehearsals. Then I discovered that the middle finger of my right hand was bleeding. I immediately wiped the blood and joined others for the rehearsals. However, I later discovered there was a tiny piece of broken glass in that finger. I must have placed my hands on a broken glass in the children's department (unknowingly). I begged a friend of mine to help me get a new blade so I can try removing the tiny piece disturbing my finger. All through the rehearsals, I kept trying to remove the tiny piece of glass but I could not. So I decided to let it be. "It was just a tiny piece and it had no impact" I thought to myself. "Maybe f