Emphasis Preaching Journal

When I was in high school, I had a part-time job as a cook for a Perkins Pancake House. When I first started, I was matched up with a more experienced cook named Joe who was supposed to show me all the tricks of the trade. Joe began my training by having me chop lettuce, peel carrots, and dice green peppers. I had never really done much in the kitchen before, so Joe showed me some basic techniques. In the middle of my lesson, I accidentally knocked a knife off the counter. When I reached out to grab it, Joe slapped my hand away and the knife fell to the floor.