Well...I think it's kinda funny. One time the High School Pastor was going to teach about fasting and decided he was going to fast before he gave his presentation. I was helping him out at the time and he asked me if I would fast with him. It was for three days and it would be a fast of food, water was the only thing we could have. I agreed and we started after talking about fasting a little bit. At the time I worked at a pizza place and it was making this whole thing extremely hard because it was good pizza. On the third day, almost there, I was cutting a pizza up to be served and a GIGANTIC piece of the pizza popped into my mouth from the pizza cutter. I froze. I didn't know what to do. It had been three days since I had anything to eat and I had been so good. Now there was this HUGE piece of pizza in my mouth, I could taste peporoni, tomato sauce, ham...what were the odds of this. I must've stood there for about a minute, my mouth open, just staring not knowing what to do. Finally somebody yelled at me to get going so I looked around to see if anyone was looking and began to chew. It wouldn't have mattered if anyone saw because nobody knew I was fasting. I felt so bad and the Pastor got a good kick out of it, at the time I really didn't understand what fasting was about but now that I have a little more understanding I always smile when I think of that time I failed at fasting.
