Stowe — Bruised, twisted, sprained, hyper extended, strained, cracked, whacked; ankles, knees, fingers, toes, ribs, wrists, shoulders, vertebrae, can: slow you down.
Keep you from activities and work. Cause you to limp, which can off-set parts of your frame which among other things can make you lose sleep. Give you a headache, a toothache, a back and bellyache. Heal, and or, upset your life a little or allot, throughout and till the end.
Broken, torn, separated, smashed, splintered; nose, femur, skull, teeth, ear, ulna, back, radius, humerus, toe, foot, can: slow you way down.
Long keep you from or halt activities and work. Keep you from walking altogether, causing you to be sedentary, thus acting as seed for beginning the end of life as you know it, that is, a life of walking, running, and resting with ease, pain free. Keep you awake. Give you headaches, toothaches, back and belly aches, which may never go away. Take months, and years to heal, if they ever do. Put you in the hospital for days, months, and years, eroding your fortune.
Twenty times. Yeah, I’d say 20 times, perhaps a few less, have I this winter slipped and somehow not gone down. How about you? Once, twice, 10 times this winter have you slipped and dang near bit it? Or have you bit it, and survived, with nary a scratch or bruise?
I am telling you, I am astounded when I’ll slip on a bit of ice and within a thousandth of a second I’m hovering 4 feet above, nearly perfectly flat, like a table top, a drive-way, or sidewalk, when inexplicably one leg bends just so and allows it’s foot to catch turf just enough to right myself, and tah-dah, I’m planted vertically and walking again, as if nothing happened.
Next time you place your one foot out the car door onto the ground, and you apply your body weight to it, and it slips, gives way, and you start to go down, but your arm grips the top of the door, stopping your fall and putting your body right again; Next time that happens, take a moment, as I often do, to realize, you were just a fraction, a mouse hair, from utter disaster.
We’re this close every second of every day. Life is good. Don’t mess with it.
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