This blog has definitely been therapeutic for me. I have another trial/humorous story to share.
After a brisk walk in the park, I returned home to shower before a fancy sushi dinner out with Sarah, Florian, Travis and Amy. I remember thinking while in the shower how lucky I am never to have slipped on the tiles. Welllllll, upon exiting the shower, I somehow lost my balance and hit my shin. It seemed like a good idea at the time to stabilize myself with one of the shower doors that hangs loosely in my shower. The result was disaster. I ended up falling on the floor, crouched in a huddled position while glass exploded from behind. Sarah, who was getting into the shower next door, heard the shattering and called out to me. I was sort of in a daze and didn't answer back. She came in through our adjoining door. By this time, I had slowly eased myself up, grabbed my towel and was standing on my gym clothes. My body was covered in glass and the door wouldn't open because glass was blocking it. I used my t-shirt to wipe away some glass and was able to exit the bathroom. Luckily, Sarah was right by my door and was able to think for me. I started to wipe the glass off of my legs, but Sarah told me to go shower off in her shower. While I was taking my second shower of the evening, Sarah began sweeping up the shards of glass. I came back and both of us worked on my bathroom in our towels and flip-flops. Then, Sarah went to take a shower and I worked on getting the remaining glass off my shower floor, one spoon full of glass at a time. Now, everything is cleaned up, though I'll wear my flip-flops in the bathroom the next few weeks in fear of remaining glass particles. My injuries are surprisingly few. I have a nasty knot on my shin where I hit it and just a few very, very small cuts on my hand. God must have an entire legion of guardian angels looking out for me; one of them of course is Sarah.