“Be Determined. Stand Back Up. Life Isn’t Easy, It’s The School Of Hard Knocks And It’s The People Who Can Pick Themselves Up Repeatedly, Punch Drunk, Bloodied And Wobbly, Who Will Succeed In The End.” ~ CycleGear.com
This week my dawgly, sweet Amelia, alerted on the cutest white husky who had a lovely lady in tow. She rushed out and started barking, fortunately her tail was high and wagging. But I don’t allow my dogs to do this to people.
I was up on a ladder, jumped down and then missed the second step on my new porch. The porch I lived in the last 11 years had one step. The next thing I knew I was flying forward and planted my self, face first, on the sidewalk. Ouch!
Fortunately we had a lot of Band-Aids and triple antibiotic cream. And I was very happy that my injuries will not make playing the theater gig this Friday through Sunday any harder.
But still, how embarrassing. Part of me, that very dark part that I try to hide from my family and friends, wonders if this is a sign of getting old. Ten years ago, would I have seen the extra step? Once I started falling, would I have caught myself when I was younger and somehow managed to roll or protect my hands and face?