Rondo Words: Down He Goes!
I fell off a ladder Sunday.
About a 12 foot plunge.
It’s amazing how many thoughts you can process in the time it takes to hit the ground. First, I thought of a friend who fell from his roof 20 years ago and broke several ribs, fingers, and damaged other body parts.
Then, I wondered where I’d land, how I’d land, and if the ladder was going to come down on top of me.
Boom! I had my answers.
I caromed off a holly bush hedge and into some saw grass as I hit the ground. While it hurt, there was no excruciating pain. This was good. My friend landed on concrete. The ladder was leaning somewhere else and not on my head.
Things were looking up; literally.
A shaken Mrs. Rondinaro was nearby to pull me up and out of my sorry predicament. All of my limbs responded willingly.
Aside from some cuts, bruises, and abrasions; there’s a dandy dinger in a place you don’t want to see, I came out of this in pretty good shape. I am very lucky.
Please learn from my carelessness. Lessons learned that I already knew: make sure the ladder is on solid, level ground, have someone steady it if at all possible, and don’t climb to the very top steps.
It will soon be time to start hanging those Christmas lights and no one needs a body cast for the holidays.
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