I’ve Fallen, But I Got Back Up

This morning, my wife did something out of the ordinary. She suggested going to Old Country Buffet for breakfast. I enjoy a good breakfast, and it was a suggestion I really appreciated. I knew that she really wanted to go to Target, and offering me breakfast was one way to get me out the door early and into the part of town where the Target she wanted was located.

My son, Joshua, is 6 months old. We got out of my car at OCB (my church’s youth minister referred to it as that in a sermon, and the name stuck) and proceeded to get everything ready. We brought the stroller, since he’s outgrown the car seats that you can carry. My wife rolled the stroller in, and I wrapped him in a blanket and began to carry him. Just as I stepped onto the sidewalk, I hit a patch of ice that I couldn’t see with a blanket wrapped baby obscuring my vision. I went down. As I neared the ground, I involuntarily dropped him. I skinned my knee and my palm, and he landed flat on his back on the cement. He began crying immediately. My wife by this time had entered the building, so I picked him up and ran in. Being an upset mother, she took him and started yelling at me for hitting the ice. After I handed him off, it was time to rub my knee and “lick my wounds”. That hurt. I’m only 30, but a lot has changed since the last time I fell. I’m getting old.

When I paid, I let the counter person know that she needs to tell the manager that they need to deal with the ice. There are plenty of people who would use an event like this to get a free ride. I don’t happen to be one of them, but the thought is, sadly, tempting.

I think Joshua was more shaken up than anything. While we were eating, my wife mentioned that he wasn’t being himself. I commented that I wasn’t being myself either. In fact, I think the endorphines were killing my appitite.

The breakfast was good. If you own a business, make sure you keep the sidewalks clear of ice. There is a Home Depot in the same shopping center as that OCB, so there really wasn’t an excuse for that.

Ever seen one of those “The Way Things Were” emails, about how when you got hurt it was an accident, and how we used to be able to ride in the back of pick ups? Well, I guess you could say that by accepting that as an accident from which we lived, that we got to relive the good old days.

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