Or was she pushed?
This has always been a question for me, and I would love to know the answer.
At 6 feet tall, I know I can’t do delicate. I have always been the proverbial bull in the china shop. But whenever I fall down, why don’t I end up in a heap where I fall?
Why do I always end up yards away?
It always feels as though I have been shoved. In fact, I sometimes know I have been shoved. I can almost feel the hands on my back.
Yesterday was a case in point. My legs crumpled just as I reached the step leading into the kitchen. So where did I land? Yards away in the middle of the kitchen floor.
And that time I stood up from the couch in my office. My legs went and I ended up yards away, wrapped around the legs of the office chair!
Am I being pushed? Is a vengeful spirit getting its own back?
I’m sure I wouldn’t hurt myself half as much, if I gently slid down into a dignified heap.
In case you were wondering why I keep falling down, it’s because I have a severely impacted nerve in my spine, which is making my legs weak.
I tell you, the Flying Nun has nothing on me…
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