Walking down stone steps carrying items for breakfast, my right foot slipped up and my right buttock slammed down. It hit the steps hard, along with other parts as I rolled on down.
The resulting bruise was the size of a legal-sized envelope and as black as black could be. Can't describe the pain, which lasted for a long time. And now, thirty-one years later, I recline with ice pack on L-3 and a bottle of Ibuprofen on the counter. Didn't go to the doctor because the roads were impassable for three days. And doctors in Ireland were one to a town. A nurse friend looked at it, frowned and said to head to hospital if I felt a moving pain up, a clot.
|Not black as black like mine|
But this post is not about me. It about all who live in this retirement community who also manage to experience their own ice packs and pain.
Lewis Pearce, an eighty-eight year old gentleman and friend, has had three knee surgeries. Walking with a cane, Lewis lights up when he relays what he enjoyed so much when he was eighteen. "I went skating every night and man, could I skate!" He could circle the rink, leaning over at the curve and sliding his hand along the floor. "I was as slick as that polished floor! And it was worth these crippled knees!"
Other residents talk about swing dancing at the USO every night. One woman had a huge garden every year and drove a tractor to plow up the soil. Another man rode a Harley, even after he skid out. Others did... They loved those experiences which enriched their lives and gave them memories about which to smile.
The worst was my mother, who worked alongside my father on the farm. She did the work of a man. In the last years of her life, I swear every bone in her body throbbed from over use and arthritis. But this put food on her table for her family. She was invincible back then.
We all were young, thinking we were almost invincible. And maybe we were in our own perspective. And, it was worth it.
Except for the fall where my fall has taken me out after many years, letting me know that I was young once, but even right after that, I was invincible in my own way.
Anyone out there who once knew invincibility?