“Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”
I used to roll my eyes every time that commercial came on the television. My friends and I made it into a joke, working the reference into our conversations.
Then last Thursday afternoon occurred.
I am recovering from extensive surgery on both my feet. I’ve spent the last several months in a wheelchair with casts on my legs. I have been astonished at how weak my legs are as my muscles withered away from inactivity. I am literally learning how to walk again.
Thursday afternoon I decided to go out on our screened-in-porch and enjoy the sunshine. I was proudly demonstrating my ability to now walk with just a cane to my wife when it happened.
Pride not only goes before the fall, but it accompanies it all the way to the floor.
The cane got caught on the rug on the floor. The cane went one way, and I went the other way. In a fleeting moment I had fallen down hard on the floor.
Now what?
I didn’t have the leg strength to get off the floor on my own. My wife couldn’t lift me. My neighbors were at work.
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Jeff Davidson
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