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Destination Isn’t Important - Just Enjoy the Trip<br />
By: Vicki Wentz / Vicki’s Voice<br />
To those of you who know me, it will come as<br />
no surprise to hear that I fell down the steps<br />
to my garage yesterday.<br />
F o r<br />
some people, living in the<br />
physical world is no problem.<br />
These are people with whom I<br />
have nothing in common.<br />
Then, there are those of us<br />
who throw ourselves into life<br />
- or traffic without a second<br />
thought. We are the ones who<br />
can’t run or throw a ball - and<br />
certainly not at the same time.<br />
When I was just three, I<br />
wanted to see if any birds were<br />
in our birdbath, but I was too<br />
short to see over the edge, so<br />
I reached up to feel around,<br />
hoping I could catch one (a<br />
reasonable expectation for your average three-year-old brain). Not only<br />
were there no birds in there, but the heavy stone bowl of the birdbath<br />
tipped over on my head, knocking me on my…uh…brain.<br />
April 2022<br />
My mother rushed me to the emergency room, where I met doctors<br />
and nurses I would come to know well over the years. Broken arms,<br />
broken legs, broken or almost-cut-off fingers, falling out of trees, falling<br />
down stairs, falling off kitchen counters, roller skating into folding<br />
chairs, falling off monkey bars,<br />
falling off horses, falling off<br />
bikes, dropping a pot of boiling<br />
water on my feet, and gripping<br />
an exploding glass hurricane -<br />
my life has been full.<br />
Recently, I decided to ride<br />
down the gravel driveway to get<br />
the mail. I had not been on my<br />
bike in a very long time, but you<br />
know what they say: just like<br />
riding a bike! They lie.<br />
As I glided slowly up to the<br />
mailbox, I put my feet down to<br />
stop myself, but having grown<br />
a tad shorter over the years, my<br />
feet didn’t reach the ground, and<br />
instead of jumping off the seat,<br />
I just sat there flailing around until the bike gently fell over sideways,<br />
taking me with it.<br />
I tried to stand up as I fell, but my foot hit a clump of dirt, my ankle<br />
turned and I went all the way down with the bike; just sort of a slowmotion<br />
ballet, which my neighbor definitely observed, although he was<br />
nice enough to turn around and walk the other way pretending he was<br />
oblivious, instead of busting a gut in front of me. Then, yesterday, I fell<br />
down the garage steps. (I was trying to carry a large box containing a<br />
new, semi-heavy juicer I got from my mother, which I’ve moved around<br />
the house for weeks before realizing I have no room for a semi-heavy<br />
juicer in my life! I’d rather eat the freakin’ carrot, Mom!)<br />
I held the box with one hand because I intended to hold the railing<br />
with the other. I’m not an idiot, no matter what you’ve heard.<br />
So, I stepped down onto the first step, reaching for the railing, but the<br />
box swayed me off balance and I fell, watching the cement floor rise up<br />
to meet me. When the crashing and cussing was over, I was on the floor<br />
of the garage, having slammed my head so hard that I definitely saw<br />
little birdies this time.<br />
My dog, Rosie, came running, never wanting to be left out of really<br />
sensational home accidents, and barked appreciatively at me as I<br />
lay there inventorying body parts. Today I’m covered with so much<br />
gorgeous bluish-purple that I’m thinking of dyeing a purse and shoes<br />
to match.<br />
On the upside, this serves as a timely reminder to you all that most<br />
accidents occur in the home...that is, most accidents occur in MY home,<br />
so if I were you I wouldn’t visit.<br />
Vicki Wentz is a writer, teacher and speaker living in North<br />
Carolina. Readers may contact her - and order her new children’s<br />
book! - by visiting her website at www.vickiwentz.com.