many days. i knew then, that i would live.
my second brush was a silly one. with a very large, very heavy wooden house ladder. as kids do, they throw balls that land on the roof. they don’t worry, just go get a ladder and climb up to retrieve the ball. all was going well until the ladder was then put together to bring down and take back to the garden shed. someone had let it fall without calling out first. i happened to be standing under it when it fell, the very top rung landing on my head, bouncing off before landing on the ground. all i felt was a 