And We All Fall Down

So yesterday, I was running along, and at a street corner, I looked back to see where my dog was.  I tripped and fell down, catching myself with both hands and jamming both thumbs.  It wasn't really a bad fall — I've had worse — but of course there was some guy behind me walking his dogs, so he was treated to quite a little show.

So I got up and kept running, did the old, "shake it off," routine, more for pride than anything else.  I wanted to sit there and see if anything was broken.  I wanted to see if I was bleeding, because I did get a few scrapes.  But no, I kept going,which gave me the opportunity to think back in life of all the times I have fallen.  Have I ever fallen when I was by myself?  Once.  Down the stairs in the middle of the night.  All the other times have been in front of people.  Crowded venues, where everyone can see.  Never in the privacy of my own back yard.

I have fallen over the handlebars of a bike.  I have fallen on a child and somehow managed not to crush the poor thing by breaking my fall with my elbow.  I have fallen with a group of girls who was acting silly and gave myself a concussion.  I have fallen in a courthouse and on 6th street because of a curb I didn't see.  But I have never fallen walking around my own house.

What about your falls?  Private or public?  Embarrassing?  Injuries?  Have you ever jammed both thumbs on a day you have a deadline like I did today?

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