Who Needs Pride?

The wicked snows of winter that isolated many of us from activities we love have seemingly gone away. Being afraid of slipping and falling was one of my biggest fears when the snow was on. Somehow though I managed to go flying face first a few weeks ago, without any snow on the ground, on my way to deliver my Granddaughter’s birthday present. I thought for sure I was going to have a scraped-up forearm as I fell and skidded down the sidewalk because my foot went off the side of the walk and the ankle twisted. Lucky for me, the good Lord was with me. I just had two small cuts on my hand and some sore knees. Getting up off the sidewalk was the hardest part, as usual. It was the first fall of the year. I’m sure my klutzy self will find it in me to fall at least one more time this year.

Why do I say I’ve lost myself? I lost my pride when I fell. I have lost it many times before when I have fallen. My administrative assistant knows that. I’d bang my hip into my desk and then fall onto the air conditioning unit. Yeah, that’s normal, right? Is it because I am so tall? Is my center of gravity off because the air is thin up here with my head so high? (That is an old joke that classmates used to say…how’s the air up there?…because of my height.) It’s just frustrating. I really don’t think it is a getting old thing. My aunt and I always laugh about who fell last because we take turns it seems. We are so much alike. Falling has been a way of life for us. We are just klutzy!

I can’t help but think about the commercial where the woman says, “Help, I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up!” in the old days. I never thought it would be me. Who needs pride anyway?

Later…