The Stairway Lesson

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The Stairway Lesson

I heard the doorbell ring. I’d finished my shower, and was dressed, but soaking wet hair and bare feet. Still, we seldom get anyone at our front door. I wanted to see who it was.

If I go into the living room I can easily peek out the window glass there and see the front porch. Then if it’s an unknown person I can just wait until they give up and go away. I’ve done it before.

I tiptoed quickly down the stairs. Halfway, I stumbled and twisted my ankle! Having bare feet it was a painful twist; I almost yelled! But then, remembered the door person, and shut up. I limped down the rest of the steps, holding on to the rail like it was saving my life, while being as quiet as I could. I felt like my foot was broken. I heard the person actually twist the knob! A burglar perhaps?

I limped to the window that looks out to our front door, but now nobody was there! Too late I guessed, as I sat down to check out my foot. It hurt like crazy.

Suddenly my husband came in the back door, perfect timing! “What Happened?” he asked, hurrying over to me.

I told him, and he helped me decide if I needed to go to Urgent Care. We decided to check with them, better safe than sorry. Off we went.

It wasn’t broken, just badly twisted. I had to baby it for a few days, and I got a med to ease the pain.

Telling the “What happened?” story to my husband, he said, “Oh, that was me. I didn’t want to walk all the way around back just to get in…”

Well, we’re still married twenty years later. I guess that says it all.