“ My grief lies all within And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul” --William Shakespeare On Wednesday, I was leaving one of the schools where I work. I was crossing the parking lot to my car and I tripped. There was no ice, no barriers in the road. I just tripped over my own two feet and went flying. My knees broke my fall. In the instant I hit the pavement, the pain was, in a word, intense . I will admit that quite a few four letter words were uttered under my breath. I inhaled deeply, gathered my bag (some of its contents spilling out onto the road), and hobbled the 20 more yards to my car. I pulled up my pant legs to assess the damage. Both knees were skinned. I had errands to run so I started the car, thinking I'd stop at a drugstore for band aids if needed. Interestingly, the incident took the first 10 layers of skin off my knees ...
My periodic musings on life.