Sally and I are down to one car and I’m trying to lose 30 pounds in 30 days to get ready for our trip to Hawaii. (It could happen!) So, I decided this morning would be a great day to walk to work. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. I downed my Slim-fast breakfast, packed a second in my backpack for lunch, put on my New Balance tennis shoes and headed out the door.
It’s about a three mile walk to work. Uphill both ways, kids! Anyway, I was a couple of blocks away from my destination, minding my own business when the most incredible thing happened to me. I was a few steps from Ellisville Elementary School, walking on the sidewalk when something came up from behind me and grabbed my arm. At first, I thought it was someone playing a trick on me and acting as if they were mugging me. The next thing I know, I was face down on the sidewalk, backpack flung over my head, with a bicycle tire between my legs.
The kid on the bike gracefully landed in the grass, some five feet from the accident scene. He jumped up and said, “Didn’t you hear me warn you?” I’m like, “No, afraid not.” He says, “well, I guess I’m partly to blame.” At this point I’m checking to make sure I didn’t rip the one and only pair of pants I can fit into. Pants are okay, but my shirt is ripped and wet from falling into a puddle on the sidewalk. Both my hands look like I rubbed them against a cheese grater. I have a bloody goose egg on my left shin and a scrape on my right knee. I see that I’m going to live and tell the kid I’m fine. He’s mortified at this point that he ran over a fifty year old man headed towards his school. He’s probably wondering if I know his teacher or something. Anyway, he starts apologizing and by this point I’m laughing hysterically at this scenario. Of course this all happened in front of the car pool and bus lane. You can just imagine all the little faces pressed against the windows of the buses as they drive past.
So now I’m trying to find the hidden meaning in all this. Some analogy that sparkles like a newly discovered jewel. But alas, all I can come up with is, happy Monday morning. I hope your day starts out better than mine! If anyone knows the moral of this story, please feel free to share it with me. I’m literally “aching” to hear it!