So today, I was going to attend my first ever skipping club adventure through NYC. I show up at the designated spot via FB invite only to find out I was at the WRONG location. People are asking me, are you lost? I decline to answer as I’m slightly embarrassed to admit I am there to skip. So I sit and text with my friend, Trey. “God does not want me to skip with this club.” I type. “Well, (he texts) you could look at this as your fearless act”…just as I’m typing the words, “How?” a guy approaches, “Are you here for the skipping club?” How does he know that?!?!? (I’m thinking). “Yeah…I guess they’re meeting in the east village,” I say. Disappointed, he sits down next to me. I text Trey, “Someone else is also here expecting to skip.” He writes, “Well, you could ask him, I mean that would be FEARLESS of you..” “NO, I can’t!” I reply. “I’m Ben…(he introduces himself). “Hi, I’m Charlene…have you been to this club before,” I ask. Just as he explains this is his third skipping adventure, I ask if I can video him for a bit. “Mark, is it? Can I interview you about your experience in the skipping club.” “Sure”, he says. “It’s Ben, actually” (I laugh uncontrollably). So sorry. A few minutes into the interview, I’m thinking, this is great stuff. I’m a genius! And then he asks… “We could, you know, skip together.”(I couldn’t disappoint a fellow skipper) “Alright, Mark…let’s do it!!” And we were off! I was laughing uncontrollably the entire time. “Boy, you sure laugh a lot!” He says. “I think the skipping brings it out of me…(could barely speak that sentence through all the giggling). And there you have it. When life give you lemons, skip your way to the lemonade!