A rainy day. Burning the candle at both ends, I slipped away from work to check on the set-up for a silent auction I was co-chairing as a volunteer. All was well there so I scurried back to school and slipped in the back door by the cafeteria. Wet shoes, fast feet, slick floor, and down I went. Hoping to be unnoticed, I looked up into the face of a seven year old boy.
Suddenly I heard my own voice through the years giggling and laughing at those unfortunate folks I had seen stumble – or trip – or lunge onto the ground. Yes, I had ridiculed countless souls as they experienced an accidental fall. I deserved the teasing that was sure to come from this little fellow. So I raised my eyebrows and smiled at him, waiting…
And then, rays of bright sunshine on a dreary day, accompanied by a brilliant smile. “That must be a wet floor,” he said. “Are you alright? I hope you’re not hurt.”
No, I am not hurt at all.