Fall

I fell Sunday. I hurt my arm. It still hurts today. And I have a bruise. I'm really lucky that's all that happened. It could have been much worse, like the time I fell and crushed my wrist. The bad thing about the fall is that I did it in front of a bunch of people. Here's the story....

Sunday after church I had just shook hands with the preacher and was walking to the car. Several of the members of my senior adult Sunday school class were in their cars getting ready to leave. Being the friendly person I am, I was waving to them, giving them all a big smile when I suddenly tripped over the edging of the flower bed! I couldn't catch my balance, though I tried really hard! Down I went, splayed like a beached whale! The next thing I know, those senior adults are all there asking if I am okay, was I hurt. Yes, and no, not really. At least none of my bones were broken. No broken skin either. I was all in one piece, just burning hands and knees and a sore elbow. It got sorer and sorer as I made a stop at the grocery store before going home. I put ice on it once I got home and waited for my doctor daughter who was coming home that afternoon. She assured me that it wasn't broken, only that it would hurt for a couple of weeks.

It feels better today, there is still some pain, and I can't straighten my arm--but it does feel better. But now I can't take any more Aleve because of the colonoscopy and surgery next week. Directions say to stop those a week before the procedures.

A friend asked if this was a fall from grace since it happened at church. I told her that I fell from grace every day but God saw my needs and continues to bless me each and every day!

I must remember to ask my Sunday school members if I bounced when I fell.....