The Facts
A few things I would like to get off my shoulders. Aha, there is that word shoulders!
Where did that idea come from that I was admiring the muscles of weight-lifters in the gym, or that I ever did, thus causing the accident?
Where did the idea come from that just because my daughter is obliged to wait on me hand and foot that she is the victim, I ask you?
Sally had the courtesy to ask HOW the accident at the gym happened. (You will note that in some societies, my daughter Lauren might have been considered the perpetrator.)
Here are the facts:
On that dark day in December, Lauren and I were on treadmills next to each other. I am a show-off who walks on the treadmill without holding on. I was treading at a rate of 2.5 miles per hour. Lauren was talking to me. It was very interesting what she was saying, although I forget now what it was about.
At the time of the accident, I even forgot I was on a treadmill. I turned my head toward Lauren to say something to her. I think that when I turned, my foot must have gone onto the unmoving edge of the treadmill. Bad treadmill. The treadmill flipped me over in a matter of a mega-second. Whereas I was naturally facing front at the time, I landed on the edge of the same treadmill face-down in the opposite direction. It was a miracle!
The people in the gym were so nice. The whole thing was worth it to see how people rushed to my side. They were so kind. The only thing was that I couldn’t move for about fifteen minutes during which time I tried to calm everyone down.
Of course, I will never be one of those people who talk about their accident ad infinitum. However, if you have further questions, feel free to ask.
Tomorrow’s blog entry, I think, will be called Like Mother, Like Daughter.
Godwriting is a blog by Gloria Wendroff and is about Gloria's daily life as the Godwriter of the Heavenletters project that is having a profound effect on the lives of people around the world.
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