Don't tell: I tripped on my brother's shoe and the cake fell. Show ! I proudly looked at my masterpiece: Perfect pink letters spelling "Happy Birthday, Auntie" on dark chocolate frosting. The candle flickered a second, but held its flame. I carefully picked up the tray and turned to enter the living room where everyone had just surprised her. I stepped slowly, making sure the cake did not slide. One step. Two -- I didn't see it, holding the cake up in front of me. I felt it, too late. My baby brother's new boot. I tried to kick it aside, but as I did, my left hand lowered slightly. Just slightly. Just enough for the cake to start sliding. I pulled up my left hand and finished my step, pulling my right foot forward onto the other shoe! I stumbled, and the cake dropped, plopped onto the tiled floor with a splat that silenced every person waiting for me. All eyes .... See the difference? Always SHOW, don't tell. |