An event rarely planned and almost always spontaneous in its arrival.
Imagine slapstick humor with thought-out, controlled falling.
"Look out, Moe! The floor - "
"I will now fall, Curly . . . as so."
Yeah.
Loses a little something without that sudden, surprising "thud", eh?
Well, this week at work, I did it right.
Sudden, spontaneous, and, yes, surprising.
Lying there in the frozen parking lot next to a pickup truck, I gained a whole new perspective on what a squirrel sees trying to cross the road.
A week of evening prednisone and ice-pack therapy gives one pause to ponder.
The Chair and the Elixir help, too.
Falling. We all do it.
Some with more aplomb than others. But we all do it.
And can any good come out of falling?
At first, my skinned-knee-jerk reaction would say "no".
That's how people break things.
Favorite things.
Like bones.
And joints.
No.
Falling is a bad thing.
But the second cup of Elixir gets me thinking otherwise.
He talked about Himself as the Rock.
If I fall on this Rock, He said, I will be broken.
And sure enough.
My pride.
My self-reliance.
My self-righteousness.
All busted beyond repair.
My tough, hard shell is gone.
I'm just lying there completely bare and helpless.
And finally realize that I am completely bare and helpless.
It's just me and Him.
And He smiles as He holds me close.
"Now I can keep you from falling."
Yeah.
Falling like that can be a good thing.
A very good thing, actually.
And it sure beats lying in a icy parking lot trying to relate to squirrels.