Monday, July 29th, while out for a walk, I tripped on a piece of cement sticking up from the sidewalk. This propelled me forward at a momentum I couldn’t stop, and I ended up flying over the curb, landing on the street, falling on my arms, and smacking the side of my face on the pavement. The result was two broken arms. The left arm was worse off with a broken ulna and a dislocated radius. The radius was popped back into place, but the break needed surgery. My right arm had a hairline fracture only, so my range of motion with it was hindered but not out of commission. I didn’t have a concussion from smacking side of my face on the cement. Overall, I was ok and rested as comfortably as was possible under the circumstances.
That above incident created a domino effect of sorts. The following week the daughter of my dad’s lady friend fell and broke her arms. Then a story of another was shared with me. We all fall. Whether physically or figuratively, we all fall. Some harder than others, but we do. We have two choices here. We can sit and wallow in regret, or we can get up, learn from the situation, and keep moving with our heads up.
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 