I have been reading new blog postings and read where a couple of people have fallen. Falls are a huge health risk. In fact, falls account for seventy percent of accidental deaths in persons 75 years old and older. Dang, I have fallen a lot but since I am not quite 75 yet, I guess I don't have to worry (grin). But maybe not, because the leading causes of someone winding up in nursing homes for people 70 years old and older is falls and the last time I looked, I was over 70. Guess I better start being more careful.
Speaking of falls, I have had a couple of memorable ones. The first one was way back when I was a teenager. My buddy and I would go to a church camp for a week every summer. In the cabins they had bunk beds and I would always take the top bunk. It would get cold up there in the Pennsylvania mountains and we all slept in sleeping bags. Like I said, I was in the top bunk, in a sleeping bag, with my hands down by my sides and I rolled over and right off the top bunk. I landed face down on the floor and with my hands held tight to my side by the sleeping bag, I had no way of catching myself before crashing onto the floor. It is a long way down from the top bunk and that distance seemed like a mile as I was falling.
Another time I was visiting my aunt and uncle in a small town
along the Allegheny river in Pennsylvania in the middle of winter. Yes, it gets real cold there so I was walking with my hands tucked into my tight pants' pockets. There was an uneven section of sidewalk and one slab stuck up a little higher than the one in front of it. Yep, you guessed it, I tripped over that small offset (which seemed like a cliff to me after I fell) and went face down on that hard, cold sidewalk. So now you know something that I am really good at, falling down, and to this day, I am still practicing that sport. So far, I have been lucky enough not to have broken anything important. Now, you all try not to trip over anything and have yourselves a great day, you hear?