Pride Comes Before the Fall

18 06 2011

I’ve been lucky enough not to fall while walking, but my luck ran out on a windy day this spring trying to exit my car.

I opened the driver’s door to get out when the wind caught the door.  I held on to it with both hands so that it didn’t swing too hard against the hinge, but the wind was stronger than me.  The door kept going and pulled me with it. Mary Poppins I am not.  There was no upward lift from the wind and gentle descent onto my feet.  Instead, I landed face first on the ground – my feet still in the car. Here I am four chin stitches and a raspberry later.

The only grace in the incident was my mid-fall acceptance of fate.




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