Let’s face it. One of the biggest concerns about our aging bodies is how hard it is to keep them upright. The statistics about falling are frightening, and I am reminded once again of the emergency room doctor who told me I probably wouldn’t be alive in a year after a fall I had more than 15 years ago. Obviously, he didn’t know me well.
However, I have slowed my pace when walking, and I try to always look a few yards out in front of me to be sure there aren’t unexpected bumps in the road (so-to-speak). Also, of late, I walk more slowly.
There is a walking stick awaiting me in the hall closet. I am reluctant to use it. Here I should interject something about “pride goeth before a fall,” but I don’t want to jinx myself.