The last time that I fell down stairs was 2020. I was wearing a mask that made it hard to see where the stairs were. I was following a woman thru her house, completely missed a step and went flying forward. Thankfully there was a wall, since the stairs turned, so I landed on one knee up against a wall. No real injuries.
Fast forward four years, to today. I followed a gentleman to his basement. It was dimly lit. I saw the concrete floor. What I didn’t see was that the concrete did not come up to the bottom step. I was watching the ceiling so I didn’t hit my head, set my foot down weirdly half in the non-concrete part that I thought was concrete, and fell strangely in a twisted pile trying to catch myself.
The older gentleman was very concerned and I didn’t want to worry him. So of course, I jumped up and assured him I was fine.
Later in the car I was picking skin off the scrapes along my hand, wondering when my knee was going to stop hurting. Finally I pulled my pantleg up and saw all the blood. I grabbed a tissue and blotted the blood. Guess what I keep in my car: Vicks Tissues. Guess how great menthol feels on an open wound. 🙄 Oops! I stopped at the first Dollar General and bought a large bandage to clean myself up.
Tonight I am thankful that God is always with me. I could have easily broken bones falling down stairs. But I didn’t. I am healthy. I am happy. And I am healing!
Momma's Silver Lining 