Falling
Let’s get morbid this time. I’ve this feeling that my death will involve stairs and my love for tall footwear in a freakin’, freakish accident. Hehehe. I’ve been cautious and a bit afraid of going down and even climbing up stairs lately especially after the 2 stair accidents I had early this year. The first one was scary. I was wearing my mom’s sandals with 1.5 inch skinny heels and my friend and I were alighting down a flight of stairs at Greenhills after buying pirated CDs at the 2nd floor when the heel of my mom’s left shoe broke and I came crashing down (er, diving would be a more desciptive word), head first down from a height of 2 meters or about at least 10 steps! For the briefest millisecond, when I realized that there’s nothing I can hold on to to break my fall, I knew I was going to hit my face on the hard cement at the bottom of the stairs and it was fuggin scary. Having been exposed to the ER and seen various trauma patient, I also knew it is possible that I could lose my consciousness, suffer really bad head injury and worst, need plastic surgery for reconstruction for whatever face injury. (Not counting pa the possible fractures anywhere else in my body). All these thoughts rushed in my head in that millisecond as I came head down the stairs. But because of the angel on my shoulder who has been looking after me for as long as I have lived (hey, I’ve been reciting the "Angel ofGod, my guardian dear…" prayer every night since my mom taught me how to pray when I was a kid), none of that happened. A guy with his girlfriend was at that time just going up the stairs when I came crashing down on his thighs! His thighs broke my fall and I was literally hugging his thighs! When I finally got my composure back (hmmm, how do you say, nahimasmasan?), I was too embarrassed to face this God-sent person that I couldn’t look up to his face. I remember talking to his shoes, saying "I’m okay" and "thank you" to a pair of mocha colored suede loafers. His companion’s shoes were pink doll shoes with oversized ribbons on the toe end. (And so to whoever these 2 persons are, THANK YOU again!) I still have a map-shaped, light purple, slightly depressed deformity over my lower left anterior leg as a token of that incident. The second accident was stupid. I was running late for the 7am conference in OB. I was wearing this time a black flat sandals. I made a stupid mistake of looking at my watch as I was going up a 3 or 4 step stairs. But my sandals got caught somewhere or did I lose my footing(?) when I fell and landedon both of my knees and hands this time. The papers in my folder went flying and so did some contents of my duty bag. Buti nalang, the only people who witnessed my fall were 3 strangers: 1 security guard and 2 bantay. I have not yet reached the summary rounds and I already have dirt on my pants legs! Yes, I know, I am lampa and I have 2 left feet-same reasons why I am not a dancer.
