Walking

19 Aug

My Take

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I started walking when I was a baby. My first steps were into my curly headed daddy’s arms. I practiced a great deal and garnered a lot of praise. Author, Poet and ArtistFalling didn’t phase me. My memory doesn’t go back that far, really, but I know that’s the way it was. The first time I actually recall walking was when I went next door to my little friend’s house to play. I was about five. My brother and I took off walking to town one day in Crowley, Colorado when our puppy got lost. We never did find him, just caused our parents a lot of worry. When I was older, my brother and I walked to the creek looking for a goose we had let escape on purpose because we didn’t want to eat him for Thanksgiving dinner. When I was a teen-ager, on warm evenings, I walked in the neighborhood after supper in Albuquerque. Anyhow you get the picture. Every day, except Sunday, I walk about a mile and a half. In the summertime in Florida, if you get up early enough you can catch a lovely breeze. Using the IPod to amuse myself while I walk helps if I get a bit bored. That doesn’t happen on a wooded trail, only in the neighborhood. I can still stop and say hello to neighbors, I just pull the ear bud connector out and the IPod stops right where it is.

One day a couple of weeks ago I was getting ready to put some water in the

Bad Hose!

Bad Hose!

bird-bath. I dragged the hose over to the cement sidewalk, but before I could take another step the bad hose snaked around my foot and threw me down. As I fell, I had the fleeting thought that if I broke anything, I wouldn’t be able to really walk for a long time. However, when my hands and knees hit the pavement, I knew I was still intact. One knee had a bloody gash and the other had an eventual bruise, but I took my regular walk the very next day.

When it was time for visit to the chiropractor, he found about a dozen places in my knees, hands, and  arms, that had gone out of alignment and needed fixing them. Once again I thanked God for him. He has kept us in good shape for over thirty years. I was still thanking God I hadn’t broken anything. A break can result in so many complications. I told Doc Z. that I was thankful to Mother her good bones, too. She fell many times without any breakage. He said, “It wasn’t your genetics that saved you, it was your walking.” Wow! I was thrilled.

He also said that the reason people fall and have accidents is that they rush around most of the time. That’s me. I don’t know why I think I must hurry through things. I am retired and life is good. Although I can still walk as fast as I want when walking is my purpose, I’m slowing way down in every other aspect of my life. Eat more slowly, listen patiently without thinking of what I’m going to say, or how I can correct somebody, chew food well, don’t multi-task. I must admit that multi-tasking has caused more mistakes than anything else ever has. Life is better now. I’m so glad I learned how to walk. Aren’t you glad you did, too

3 Responses to “Walking”

  1. Linda Lewis September 26, 2013 at 2:56 pm #

    I’m really glad you didn’t break anything with your fall. I admire you for all the good walking. I wish I could walk with you.

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  2. Onisha Ellis August 20, 2013 at 8:09 am #

    I’m still learning how to walk.

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  3. Louise Gib son August 20, 2013 at 8:08 am #

    Delightful, DiVoran! I’m 84 and still haven’t mastered the art!

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