I headed out to pick up a 32 ounce coke from the gas station tonight. I decided to cut across the freshly snow covered yard to the drivers door of the car. About half way there, I slipped and started windmilling across the yard toward the car door.
The good news? I made it to the car without falling.
The bad news? My slipping and sliding came to a sudden halt when I collided with the car. Once I hit the car, I promptly fell backward and hit the ground. As I hit the ground, I kicked my left leg up under the car slamming my shin into the metal car frame.
Damn that hurt.
I quickly picked myself up and scanned up and down the street. Whew, no body was around to see me in action. I opened the door and jumped in the car. Ignoring the increasing pain in my shin, I slipped the key into the ignition. As the car started I was blown back in my seat by the volume of the radio. Yeah, I had it cranked up listening to some old 80’s classic on the way home earlier.
As my senses adjusted, I realized what song was on the radio: “Catch Me I’m Falling.”
Evidently God really does have a sense of humor.
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