I’m sitting here this evening with my leg elevated with a bag of ice on my ankle. I’ve already taken three Aleve and I’m patiently waiting for it to kick in. The only good thing about this is the laugh I’m still getting when I think about what has brought me to this state. It started yesterday when my kids got to go to the park to enjoy the first really warm day that we’ve had here in Ohio for a long time. No snow, no rain, sunny skies and no more school for the day! While they enjoyed the fun of playing at the park, my kids began to collect sticks from around the park and gathered a stack of about 20 sticks of various sizes. They somehow persuaded my wife to let them take these sticks home and because she didn’t want anyone getting hit or poked with a stick, made them leave the sticks outside. Kids will be kids, so they dropped the sticks in a pile right outside the front door.
Flash forward to this morning. It’s still dark, it’s raining and I get ready to go to work. I step out the door and onto a large stick. The stick rolls about two inches causing my foot to jerk forward. This caused me to lose my balance and to compensate, I stumble to my right. When I did this, I stepped on the snow shovel that had been left by the front door because just a few days ago, we had so much snow that we needed to clear off the sidewalks. Since we had a lot of snow a couple of days ago, our kids had left their saucer sled next to the shovel. When I stepped on it, the shovel jerked sideways so that it was under the sled. As I continued to fall down, the shovel started to pitch upward from underneath the sled. Since it was raining, the saucer sled was full of water. When the shovel hit the saucer, it began to move upward rapidly. The rapid velocity of the sled applied force to the water inside it and caused it to come flying out right toward my quickly descending body. The next thing I was aware of was a sharp, shooting pain in my right ankle and a wet, cold (you have no idea how cold!) feeling all over my pants and shirt. I pounded on the door and my wife came running to my aid and helped me up. After a change of clothes and a shaky descent back down the stairs to the front door, I was off to work.
As the day wore on, my ankle began to hurt worse and worse and now, I sit here on my couch unable to place much weight on my leg and hoping that I’ll be able to walk tomorrow. My dignity is a little bruised but at least I didn’t get more seriously hurt. If you’re a visitor to my blog who doesn’t hold to the open theist position, please answer one question for me:
Why would God predestine me to slip, twist and soak? Was He in the mood for a good laugh and choose me to be the one lucky enough to get to play the role of court jester for the morning?
