Worthy

When I was in the fifth grade, I was one of two students representing my school in a city-wide spelling bee. My mother, who was a teacher at another school, prepped me for weeks beforehand. I could spell up a storm.

On the night of the competition I was nervous but confident, feeling fully prepared. I made it through the first round. Then I went up to spell my second word. The announcer said: "worthy." I drew a blank. He didn't use it in a sentence. He just repeated the word: "worthy." Still nothing.

Hesitantly I croaked "w-o-u-r-t-h-y," spelling my doom. Incorrect. As I left the stage and slinked to a seat in the auditorium, I saw my father slipping out the back door. My mother had to stick around with me 'til the bitter end, as mothers usually do.

Later my father remarked that I "didn't understand the word," which was certainly true. I understand it now. I haven't misspelled the word since then. In fact, I rarely use it in a sentence. Worthy.

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DynamicDbytheC says,

A wourthy story worth telling.

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