My brother assured me, dad was clumsy too. And friends gave me ice packs for my birthday. Ha, ha, ha.
And I laughed along. Until this last bloody fall. And by bloody I mean “stain the pavement” bloody. I tripped on a sidewalk flower bed with my hands in my pockets. Though my scraped and bruised face mostly healed in a week, the inside of my nose is still swollen a month after the accident. A daily reminder.
So I’ve changed my ways and vow never to fall again. I walk slowwwwly. I work my abs as often as possible. I pay attention. And just in case my vow stumbles, I keep my hands out of my pockets.