Sunday, March 28, 2010

Notwalking

Last night I ran out to take the garbage out real quick and stubbed my toe on a RazR scooter. Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW! I don't know if it's really broken or not but it's not walkable.
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2 comments:

ChefNick said...

We simply don't treasure our own mobility until it's taken away.

Think about it. You walk to the store. Big deal. But what if you suddenly COULDN'T just walk to the store? It happened to me. I tripped over a kid's fence in my living room when my son was three (so he couldn't get to the computers and put cars into the disk drive) and I stubbed my toe so badly I thought I'd broken it.

I literally couldn't walk properly for three weeks. Lucky my (ex) wife was there and I wasn't alone with a 3-year-old.

Second time I was going down some slippery-carpeted stairs in my socks and slipped on the last step. My big toe knifed into the wooden floor and drove the nail back up into my toe. There was blood everywhere. I had to fly a week later. Needless to say, it wasn't pleasant.

Treasure your feet! And everything else! You won't know just how much you need them until something bad happens. A stubbed toe can easily ruin your day for three weeks.

March 30, 2010 at 7:32 PM
Qaro said...

I will treasure my feet! I will take vitamin C and essential fatty acids and wear shoes in the dark!

March 31, 2010 at 3:32 PM

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