Exactly one week ago, I was excited to go to Parents’ Craft Night at my daughter’s Kindergarten. I’m a somewhat introverted person and speaking the first word in a conversation is a bit difficult, adding the fact that I speak German very poorly, I’m unsure of being misunderstood or speaking nonsense.

But I went to Kindergarten anyway and was confident that I could overcome the language barrier and participate in an enjoyable evening. While I was helping to make one of the educational wooden toys, another mother and I had a small problem with the drill, it wasn’t working because the tip was dull and the drill wasn’t powerful enough.

So we decided to change the drill and bit, we got another drill, more powerful, but they were so much more powerful that the wood was slipping on the table, I then had the incredible idea of ​​holding the wood. The drill lost control and tore my finger.

I hadn’t realized there was blood, I just felt a slight sting from the cut itself, but when I looked at my hand, the cut had been so deep that the other mothers were scared and started screaming for help. I’m not a person who feels scared and I really wasn’t feeling scared, I just didn’t want to be in that situation, being the center of attention and tense about having to go to the hospital to have my finger sewn up.

And that’s how my night ended, with my finger stitched – 7 stitches to be exact and upset that I hadn’t finished the wooden toy I had been helping to build since the beginning of the night. I returned home a little later than expected, with a slight pain in my finger and a gigantic bandage.

The lesson I learned is that I’m going to stay away from the drill for a long time, that next Craft Night I’m going to choose something simple like painting or gluing.