Whenever You Fall Down, You Get Back Up
Sometimes literally
I hit the ground with a THUD.
I braced myself for the fall and hit my hand heavily on my lower palm.
“Are you okay?” The group of people called. Of course, just my luck. Because just as I was crossing the road, the school bus was pulling up and parents were picking up their children. Spectators to my epic fall.
That was exactly what I needed. An audience to observe as I tripped mid-jog and face planted directly on the gravel.
I assured everyone I was alright, despite the burning I felt on half my body. I brushed the debris off my pants and turned around to head home.
As I walked, I assessed my wounds. My right hand was bleeding and I could feel it swelling where I hit it. Not too bad. It stung a bit. I thought that was the brunt of it.
That is until I saw the blood seeping through my pants. There was a dull ache on my left knee.
Once my pants were off, I saw where I skinned up my entire knee. It had a serious road rash. It looked horrible, but it felt okay compared to my hand.
In the meantime, my palm started to swell. Still bruised and bleeding, I turned on my computer to write.
As I sit here, I’m reminded of the human strength we have. Humans are tough and resilient and continue to prove so.
Children are always falling down as they run and play, but they pick themselves back up and go right about business.
I fell and I got back up. It wasn’t so bad. If I can do that when I literally fall on my face, then surely I can learn to do the same when I make mistakes.
We learn. We grow. We fall and get back on our feet.
Now, I’m off to lick my wounds.
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