Yesterday I went swimming in the lovely Rappahannock River with my good friend, Sharon. To get to the river’s edge, we had to climb up and down some pretty steep boulders. On the way out, I was carrying a shoulder bag with odds and ends such as towels, camera, water, etc. It weighed about 10-15 pounds.
I was carefully climbing the rocks while balancing the bag on my left shoulder. I climbed a particularly big boulder that was about 8 feet tall. As soon as I reached the top, I was right on the edge of it and suddenly I felt my balance shifting backwards…for a split second there was every indication that I was about to fall backwards-down 8 feet, onto more rocks. Head first. I barely even had time to panic because in the next split second, I somehow regained my balance and was able to keep moving forward.
I avoided a fall that would have probably killed me, or if not killed me, would have caused a traumatic head injury. It was just a tiny split second but I knew that if it had just gone the other way, I most likely wouldn’t be here right now.
I sort of shrugged it off at the time, and didn’t even mention it to my friend. But later, I thought about it. Today, driving down the road, I thought about how if I had fallen, I would probably be dead. How it happened in a split second. How some force must have intervened to keep me from falling–because, I actually did lose my balance and felt my center of gravity going backwards. So how did I keep from falling?
I have no idea, but I am very thankful. And that is how life goes…things happen in a flash. I guess it just wasn’t my time yet. I’m happy to be here!