Amazing Grace

Sometimes people will ask me why I get injured so often, and I never know what to say. I feel like telling them "If I knew the answer to that, maybe I could stop it!".

Sadly, I think I do know the answer, it's mainly because I am a klutz. When I was little and we would go out to eat, my mom would always tell the waitress to only fill my drink up halfway. She knew that at some point during dinner, I would knock it over, it was inevitable. She used to joke that she should have named me "Grace".

I fall up the stairs, run into furniture and walls, trip over my own feet, and stub my toes, almost on a daily basis. I even still have a crack in my forehead from when I ran into a large metal pole about twenty years ago. I actually stubbed my toe on the pole first, then as I was bending over in pain, I hit my head.

Although training martial arts has helped me to lessen my clumsiness, and increase my awareness of things around me, I could still be the fourth stooge. About four months ago I ran head first into one of those hanging scales at the grocery store, causing a very loud "clang", and endless laughter and teasing from Skyler, who was lucky enough to witness it.

Today I went out to lunch with my mom, grandma and sister. I was allowed to have a full drink, and I didn't spill it! However, as I was scooting my chair in, I did crack my knee really hard on the brace under the table. Owww!  Sigh. Some things never change.

"I've fallen out of favor

And I've fallen from grace
Fallen out of trees
And I've fallen on my face"