Readers of bekahcubed are probably aware that I’m a little…um…quirky (that’s a nice way to say “weird”)–but you may not be aware that I am also clumsy. Quite clumsy.
Usually, this means that I spill things on my shirt, pants, skirts while eating, that I drop things or run into people as I’m walking, or whatever.
Occasionally, it means that as I’m walking to the car after listening to a friend play at a coffee shop, I step off the curb right onto the side of my ankle–sending my face hurtling towards the pavement and my bags into oncoming traffic.
It isn’t the first time I’ve fallen off a curb. I fell off a curb years ago in Jacksonville, Florida, leaving me with a bruised ankle that prevented me from climbing a palm tree or wearing my new high heels–both things I’d intended to do before I left town.
It also isn’t the first time I’ve done a faceplant on pavement. I bear a tiny scar on the underside of my chin from where the pavement outside my friends’ house took it’s ounce of flesh the time I was in a little too much of a hurry to get to my car to go to class.
For that matter, it isn’t the first time something belonging to me has ended up in oncoming traffic. That has happened before too–the time I rode my bicycle headlong into a fire hydrant (which, in my defense, happened to be in the middle of the sidewalk). My bike went sprawling into the parking lot to the north, my body into the street to the south.
So last Thursday’s adventure was pretty much standard fare for me. Just another day in the life of Rebekah Menter.
What made it different was what came next.
My fiancee picked me off the ground and walked me to the car. He took me to his house where he prepared ice for my ankle and a hot soapy washcloth for my scraped up knees. He arranged pillows under my bunged up ankle and gave me ibuprofen when I winced. He brought me blankets when I got cold; and, once I’d removed the ice, loaned me his favorite wool socks to get my feet toasty warm once again.
Then, once I was determined well enough to drive home, he picked me up and carried me out the car–and went back inside to bring out my bags as well.
Clumsy though I may be, I sure managed to end up with a keeper :-)
I’ve had a few falls and weird things happen — fell coming into the choir loft from the side room at the beginning of a church service (thankfully on the second row, so not as many people saw as could have), closing my finger in the locked door of a car where I had just buckled my preschooler into his car seat, being jerked backward when the arm strap of my purse caught on a door handle….sigh! Sometimes I wonder if these things ever happen to the Michelle Obamas and Paris Hiltons of the world.
It’s sweet to be tenderly cared for.
:D Might there even now be perks to clumsy-ness?! ;)
What a nice guy!