Like I said, my feet and my brain are rarely in sync. Embarrassment is usually my main concern, but I had one fall that could have been very dangerous.

After I closed the basement door behind me, I spun around too fast, causing my feet to trip over each other. I tried to recover, but I couldn’t. That was frightening for 10 feet beneath me was the concrete floor. Concrete doesn’t give.

If I fell onto it from that height, I could be seriously injured or even killed if my head hit the concrete first. My only option was to sit down so I wouldn’t tumble head first off the side of the steps. And that’s what I did.

Instead of my feet, I traveled down the hard, bare wooden steps on my behind. I put my hand against the wall to my right and managed to finally come to a stop. Not only was I in a tremendous amount of pain, but I was also in shock since it happened so fast. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t stand up. I could hardly move at all.

I expected my husband, my knight in shining armor, to come running to my rescue. I waited. And I waited some more.

Tim was sitting and watching TV a few feet from the basement door. Even though the door was closed, I knew there was no way he could have not heard the loud noise of my tumble.

So, I just sat there, waiting and listening to the TV show he was watching.

I don’t how long I sat there on that step. At one point, I wondered if he would go on to bed and not even check on me. Would I have to sit there all night? How horrible would that be?

Finally, Tim called out, “You okay?” It was still hard for me to speak, but I managed to squeak out a, “No.” I heard him clomp across the floor as he made his way to me. The door jerked open. I looked up to him and he looked down to me. I expected to hear him ask how I was and what happened. Instead he asked, “What did you do that for?”

God’s hand was so in this for it was a good thing I couldn’t answer him at that second.

“Can you get up?”

Again, I managed to squeak, “No.”

He huffed and clomped down the stairs to me. As he helped me up, he fussed, “I’m missing my TV show.” That’s when I realized he was waiting on a commercial to check on me.

That was a frustrating and painful predicament I had gotten myself into because I was in a hurry. Slow and careful may be boring, but sometimes that is best way to go. It may keep your rear and the steps at a safe distance from each other.

My pain continued for the next few weeks. I couldn’t sit in the car or on hard seats without a pillow. That’s when it dawned on Tim just how bad my fall really was. He felt guilty about waiting to check on me. And he should have.

He kept after me to go to the doctor. Finally, I told him, “I’m not going. I think I’ve cracked my tailbone, so there’s nothing they can do.”

He responded, “The doctor can give you a cast.”

I quickly replied, “He can’t put one there!”

“For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again: but the wicked shall fall into mischief.” Proverbs 24:16