Kaptain Klutz

It is hard to believe that my kids are as talented as they are athletically, especially when you look at my history of falls.  Okay, fair is fair, they got it from their dad.

I was always the one in the family who was afraid to be too much of a daredevil.  I can remember being told not to wear my good clothes out to play.  That was back in the days when you got dressed up for school and put your play clothes on once you got home.  Like most kids, I didn't listen and of course fell putting a whole in the knee of my new pants.  Also back then, you simply patched the damage and wore them again.  Not cool!  I wasn't allowed to wear my cross out to play.  It was a beautiful and delicate light blue enamel cross with flowers on it.  I didn't listen.  I lost it.

Even as an adult, I have not been able to outgrown or outrun my mishaps.  I have already told you about the Pittsburgh Airport campaign.  A few years ago, just prior to that, my mother was visiting for some medical care.  A couple of days before she arrived, I was carrying a large pile of "stuff" coming down the stairs.  I totally missed the last step and I will swear that I heard my ankle break.  The sound I made when I hit and my screams brought the whole house to my side.  I am sure that some of them were laughing and I will find out who they are!  "Doc" usually takes family injuries in stride and with little emotion.  He wrapped my ankle up and told me we would take care of it in the morning!  Seriously!?! 

After arriving at the office in a wheel chair and getting xrays, I was sent immediately to physical therapy.  The last thing you want to hear as your arrive at therapy is the staff saying "Oh my God!"  I believe to this day, that someone else's foot was attached to my leg.  It was completely unrecognizable!  And by the way, we have 14 stairs in that staircase.  I know this because I now count every step as come down the steps.  Even my granddaughter can tell you how many there are - we count out loud!

We were just laughing the other day about me falling over a pipe in the school parking lot several years ago.  It was one of those times where you pop up off the ground praying that NO ONE saw you!  I did speak to the superintendent and his secretary about it.  After they got done laughing at me, and I am sure after they went through video tapes; the secretary went out and had neon tennis balls put on top of any of those pipes sticking up.  Gotta love your friends! 

Unfortunately, I have noticed that my grandchildren seem to have inherited my gracefulness. Sorry gang!  Or maybe I am becoming more and more like a toddler.  Now there's a thought....  Have a blessed day!