One False Move

by Rebecca Einstein Schorr on 13 January 2015 @ 4:58 pm

Photo credit: iStock

Photo credit: iStock

I had added an additional hour to my travel time.
I walked slowly on the concrete sidewalk.
I crossed cautiously across the street.

Yet, not a single one of these precautions saved me from the icy brickwork.

What I Learned from Falling Flat on my Face

  1. Falls happen in slow motion
  2. It is really true. As it was happening, time seemed to slow down, yet I was powerless to stop it.

  3. Falls are clumsy-looking.
  4. I am not graceful under the very best of circumstances. In fact, one of the things I love best about my yoga studio is that there are no mirrors. Without mirrors, I continue to see myself (doesn’t get more reflexive than that!) as graceful poetry-in-motion. And taller. MUCH taller. I was horrified this past summer to take a class in a mirrored studio while on vacation and realize that the clumsy elephant clunking about in the back was me.

    Lying splat! on the ground, I resembled a sprawled-out elephant, limbs flaying everywhere.

  5. If one is going to fall, best place to do it is at the hospital.
  6. I had just dropped off a friend for an outpatient procedure when I fell. At least, God-forbid, had I needed medical attention, the professionals wouldn’t have had far to travel.

  7. Humans can be fixed, things can’t.
  8. Yes, this is what I actually thought when I hit the ground. “Oh my God, is my phone OK?” And then, “What luck! My coffee landed butter side up.”

  9. People might truly be good at heart, but that doesn’t mean they will stop.
  10. That’s right; not a single person stopped to see if I was OK. Not. One. And that made me sad.

Today is a different story. Today I am sore, bruised, and nursing a battered ego. Fifteen minutes of ice every hour, ibuprofen, and rest has been the order of the day as I thank God that I didn’t hit my tender head or break something.

And today is the day I decided to always ask someone if they need help. Because even when you don’t need it, it sure feels good to know that someone cares.

{ 6 comments… read them below or add one }

1 Irene 13 January 2015 @ 5:34 pm at 5:34 pm

Glad you are recovering.


2 Fran P. 13 January 2015 @ 5:42 pm at 5:42 pm

I can’t imagine people not asking if you’re okay. I live in TX, they’d be drummed out of the state if they didn’t express some kind of interest. Good luck, and hope your soreness goes away soon.


3 Judy 13 January 2015 @ 6:24 pm at 6:24 pm

i had a similar experience with a bike accident this summer. It was more striking who didn’t stop as I layed splayed across the street than the man who finally helped me. Feel better soon.


4 JanetheWriter 13 January 2015 @ 9:55 pm at 9:55 pm

Feel better and, as my mother, z’l, would have said about every person who passed by and didn’t stop to ask if you were OK, “a pox on their houses!”


5 Nina 14 January 2015 @ 9:48 am at 9:48 am

Oy! Oh no!! #5 is so depressing a good reminder to STOP in ways big and small.


6 Megan 11 February 2015 @ 1:15 am at 1:15 am

I took a good fall on campus my sophomore year and nobody stopped to ask if I was okay. I was clearly fine because as I sat on the ground in the middle of the pedway, I laughed, BUT STILL!

I have to admit though, part of me was a little relieved that no one asked because then I could pretend that no one saw me fall! 😉


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