“ 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 but the bleeding was slight. By the tim
My periodic musings on life.