A One Timer

 A drunk who creates a big scene or drama at an event with family or associates, friends, can become a “One Timer.”  I call it the kind of event after which you leave and everyone else says, “Let’s not do that again,” as in never invite that person.  Well, I was afraid that I would be a one timer recently when I was invited to teach bread making to a group of teens.  I feared that I would not make very good bread, or their oven would not work or the Dutch oven would be defective and so on.  They would all say, “Thank you, Father, for coming,” and after I walked out the door, they would all agree, “Let’s not do that again!”  But I think I passed the test or else the bread did.  It was not great Rye Bread, but good enough so I would not end up in that dreaded club, “A One Timer.”