I get knocked down but I get up again…

Even to your old age and gray hairs
    I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
    I will sustain you and I will rescue you.

Isaiah 46:4

But I get up again
You’re never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You’re never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You’re never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You’re never gonna keep me down…

Chumbawamba
– Derek Maul

I really wish I could check out the recent security camera footage from Black and White Coffee Roasters in Wake Forest. Friday, mid-afternoon (walking from where I parked on White Street, slightly downhill to the Savings and Loan), there should be a very entertaining clip of me crossing their parking lot, catching my foot on one of the concrete parking markers, then stumbling forward at an ever increasing rate of speed until I finally lose hope of finding my balance and fall headlong and in spectacular fashion – by then almost running – hard onto the blacktop.

I lay still for a good thirty seconds before moving, only to find my glasses ten feet away, my wallet a little farther removed, and my phone maybe twenty feet ahead of me.

I was miraculously unharmed, other than some good bruising down my left side, some gravel ground into my left hand, and a considerable amount of misplaced dignity strewn around downtown Wake Forest.

But really, wouldn’t it be the best to be able to find the video and post it?

Reality sets in:

Somehow, somewhere, I am going to have to cone to terms with the fact that I am no longer twenty-two years old and essentially indestructible! Eventually, sooner than later, one of these missteps is going to cost me a broken bone or two and then I will be forced to reevaluate.

Curiously however, I’m not concerned about things like the appearance of aging, or even the perception from other people that I am absolutely not a young man any more. I’m fine with it, my dignity is not dependent on such externals, I really don’t have any need for denial.

Not pride but functionality:

My issue is one not of pride but functionality. I simply don’t want to be compromised in any way – I don’t have the time for it. I perceive myself to be strong; my numbers (weight, cholesterol, pulse, blood pressure, triglycerides etc.) are better than ever; I have the sense that I still like what I see in the mirror; I don’t feel even the least sense of intellectual decay. The short version is “I look great I feel great” – end of story.

Yet here I am, sixty-five years old now and this is the second time I have fallen – hard – in three weeks.

– with my (always) younger wife….

Maybe it is time to look ahead into the future – even into the near future? Maybe I should take a step back, slow down? Maybe I need to take a little more care? Maybe I need to weigh the options and turn things down a notch or two? Maybe?

Then again, maybe not!

I promise to keep you posted! – DEREK

3 comments

  1. I have been taking yoga classes for a couple of years now and at almost 73 I have not fallen. It is excellent for training your mind to keep your body balanced.

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