Pride Cometh Before the Fall on IcePosted: January 17, 2013
After spending the last two winters thinking to myself I really should by some winter-appropriate church shoes, I finally broke down and bought a pair of dress boots.
I haven’t gotten a new pair of shoes in almost a year, so I immediately wanted to wear these when they arrived. So the next day I put on a pair of jeans, pulled on a black sweater, and slipped on my spiffy new boots. I have been clomping around in my sturdy but not quite stylin’ snow boots since November, so wearing my new dress boots made me feel grown up and sophisticated.
I managed to get around all morning without any issues, so I decided to wear them down to church when I went to practice piano. As I started trekking up the hill behind our house, I realized that last week’s rain and temperature drop made the hill extremely icy. I thought about going back inside and switching into my snow boots. But I feel so cool in these boots! I thought to myself. Besides, I can manage.
I reached the top of the hill and looked down–it would be even more slippery going down than it was going up. I took a step forward and my foot immediately started sliding on ice. I tried to steady myself with my other leg. It did no good; now both feet were sliding and skidding on the ice. Flailing my arms wildly, I tried to regain my balance. Then I felt my body rushing toward the ground and my feet shooting up in the air. . .
Now I was sitting on the snowy, muddy ground, looking around trying to figure out what I should do next. So I went through the I-Just-Fell-Down Processing Steps:
1. Did anyone see me? Whew, neighbor wasn’t out and nobody is in the church parking lot!
2. What did I do to my clothes? Pants are muddy but no holes! I will have to go change now, bummer.
3. Am I hurt? Whoops, maybe that should come first. My leg is a little tender, but no serious damage.
I carefully got up and tottered back to the house. Once inside, I kicked off my spiffy (now slightly muddied) dress boots put on my sturdy but not quite stylin’ snow boots. It will be a long time before I put style before practicality.
|Oh trusty snow boots, I’m sorry that I tried to leave you!|