Falling down and Getting up
Falling down and Getting up
“Asphalt is hard!” Thalia rubbed her hip and tailbone.
“And ice on asphalt is slippery!” Cal exclaimed while rubbing her elbow.
Urania massaged a tendon running from her neck to her shoulder. “We laid there a good long time in the dark — not sure if Typist could get up — Henrietta pulling and chomping on the McDonald’s mega-cup she’d carried home from Hilo Drive.”
“Feeling pretty low and grumbly — all of us,” Calliope sighed.
“And then we got the memo from David… Monday Morning Motivation. When God closes a window he opens a door… Or sends a little encouragement?” Thalia asked. “One minute spent complaining robs you of sixty-seconds of making forward progress.”
“Get up.”
“Keep Going.”
“I knew there was a reason somebody invented pain relievers!”
And in that moment Typist remembered — All shall be well.
I hope you are alright except for tenderness or soreness.
You have to careful up there. The ice can be horrible. I remember it all to well. I hope that you are alright.