A Sharp Knife Is Safer

In the summer between high school and college, I sold kitchen knives from a catalog. I couldn't convince people to buy much, but I did convince myself these were the best knives at any price. I did get my mom to order a jackknife for my dad's birthday. It came in the mail; the package was in the car as my mom drove me to the airport for a church missions trip. In the passenger seat I opened up the knife to demonstrate the safety mechanism, and in the attempt I sliced open my palm. Next summer I sold donuts from behind a counter.

In this newsletter, I tell that story 100 ways.