No, really, it did. Not in a “I’ve had all the epiphanies a person will ever need and now my life has been changed in so many ways!” kind of way.
Like I said – literally. (This is one instance where I do really mean literally. Unlike 99.9999% of the other times it is used in our day and age.)
One of my favorite past times of all time is to read while I’m walking.
The offices that I work at have a lot of long and flat hallways and corridors, thankfully, that I use on my breaks and lunch time. I get to exercise AND do some reading at the same time. Seems like a win-win, right?
Most of the time, it is.
There was ONE time however, when it wasn’t.
Once a few years ago (and by few, I mean at least 6 or 7 years), I decided to try and take the walking outside. It was a beautiful spring day, and I was craving vitamin D and sunshine and stretching, yet I wanted to read. I thought, “Let’s take this outside, shall we?” It seemed like the most logical thing I could do.
The first time I did it, I was fairly successful. Sure, I stumbled on the sidewalks a few times, especially at those places where it’s slightly (or more than slightly) uneven, and if you’re not paying attention, your foot catches on it, and you stumble forward rather ungracefully. (No, I don’t know what that’s like from experience, do I? *shifty eyes* )
Regardless of however much stumbling there might (or might not) have been, I was able to walk around my development twice AND get my reading in. That totally made me a Walking Around Outside And Reading At the Same Time Pro. 🙂
So I did it again.
I should have known that my lack of coordination and grace would eventually catch up to me. The second time I went around, I stumbled just as much. Until about halfway round the development, I stumbled one too many times, and took a great big huge spill right there on the sidewalk.
It was that cursed sidewalk that was out of whack that was to blame, which meant when I fell, I fell forward, and by all accounts, things weren’t going to look good, especially for my head and my wrists.
And that’s when the book saved my life.
The book cushioned my fall. My wrists fell on top of the book and then were pushed off by the forces of gravity onto the pavement where they were both ridiculously scratched up. Because I fell on top of the book, my head didn’t come anywhere near the pavement. Both of my knees got pretty banged up too.
When everything finally stopped moving around me (it was a little touch and go there), I gingerly sat up to take stock of the situation. My wrists/hands and knees stung like heck, and I could feel soreness setting in from where I’d wrenched something in my side. But all I could really think was – “I think that book just saved me from breaking both my wrists, not to mention goodness knows what else could have happened if I hadn’t landed on it.”
It meant an awkward walk back home, trying to hold the book underneath my arm, since both of my hands were out of commission. It got all banged up too, in the process. You can see that the corner was all scratched up in the first picture up at the top, and the corners of the front binding were all scratched as well. It gives the book a story, one that it didn’t have before, one that I find extremely hilarious to tell now. I shouldn’t have been trying to read and walk outside*, not with all the uneven places around on the sidewalks, and especially since the previous day I’d had some near misses then. Thankfully, nothing really horrible happened.
So when you boil it all down, I really do owe this book my life.
Thank you, book, for saving me from my own stupidity.
*I still read and walk on my lunch breaks. Thank you Very Straight Hallways and Long Corridors. You make it so much easier for me to both keep moving and reading.
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