I fell and fell hard

Literally.

I am not known from my grace.

I am more known for being klutzy.

If a person can possibly fall or somehow get hurt, I am your woman.

Yep, see me here, raising my hand.
For years my Dad used to make me crawl up the stairs since I was so prone to falling.

I was the kid while playing volleyball that had some sort of brace or support on every possible joint.

It was such a fashionable look.

The first real doozy that comes to mind is when I went jogging with a friend in high school.

We run running through our neighborhood when out of nowhere I found myself on the ground and bleeding.

A lot.

I had fallen on a stone driveway and ripped the skin off of my knee.

There was blood pouring down my leg.

Would you like to know what I was most upset about?

Probably not, but I will share anyways, it's just the type of person I am.

I was most upset about getting blood all over my brand new socks.

It really is all about priorities.

It was so bad that he had to carry me back home.

*****

The next one I actually have photographic evidence of.

This is your WARNING, it is BAD.

As my friend Sarah said when seeing the picture, it makes her butt hurt.

This picture was taken a few days after the incident, it was SO much worse at first!

Now for the story.

I was getting Ainsley, who was then a 6 month old baby up from her nap when I slipped on the stairs.

To this day I have no idea what I slipped on.

I simply remember falling, hitting my leg on the edge of the step and being certain that I had just broken my leg.

I also bruised my right arm.

The baby though was perfectly fine.

By the grace of God, in my falling state of mind I thought to protect her.

*****

My third and final experience that I will share with you had to do with being arrogant or prideful.

Hubby and I were visiting his family.

His parents have a steep enough driveway that when it ices or snows a lot you are in trouble.

On this day, his dad was on the way back from the store and couldn't get up the driveway.

He called us inside and asked if we would help push the car up the drive.

Sure, no problem.

It was slick folks, really slick.

Hubby slips a couple of times and I start thinking how great for once I am doing.

Ha!

While I am mentally patting myself on the back, I start to slip.

Think Scooby Doo style slipping.

I fell flat on my behind and promptly burst into laughter.

It was hysterical!!

Note to self: Don't ever, EVER get arrogant.

You will promptly fall on your back side and get really wet.

This post was written using one of the prompts at: Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop. Check it out, so much fun!