sacrament. As each of us finished passing water to the congregation we did the usual lineup until everyone was done. My best friend at the time was the last one. He was out in the foyer and taking forever.

Suddenly I felt like I was going to puke but was too afraid to break formation. I was starting to get angry at my friend for taking so long. All I wanted to do was drop my tray off and run to the bathroom.

Next thing I know I am laying there on the ground with the bishop, organist, my mom and a few others standing over me (didn't puke by the way.) I look over and some other ward members were helping dry off the lucky lady who caught my water tray with her chest.

My mom took me to the Dr. but they couldn't find even the slightest thing wrong.