A few days ago, I spent a great deal of my time falling. In the afternoon I rolled down a huge hill in a huge inflated ball. It was fun until the ball started bouncing. Heads are not meant for bouncing on.
Then, in the evening, as we were waiting to go in to a restaurant for dinner I started messing around with one of my friends. Somewhere in the skirmish he grabbed me from behind and I went with the be-dead-weight option. This option got bad fast as I found myself pulling my friend off balance. My head started straight for a concrete step. My friend was falling too. Falling on top of me. My arms were tied up somewhere behind my back with my friend. The future started looking grim. If there had been more time, my life might have flashed before my eyes. I landed with my cheek on the step. I didn’t hit my nose. I didn’t break my glasses. I didn’t snap my neck. I’ll give God credit for protecting me in that fall.