Balancing precarious at the tipping point, the machine rests heavily on the tailgate of the truck. The wheel of the dolly froze on the lip, as I strain to overcome lost inertia. Infinite wisdom cascades into a push by my another dock boy, propelling the machine from it's perch. Pinwheeling backward, my heel finds the wheel well,my knee the wall of the truck bed and the world becomes a blur or color as it passes.
Warm asphalt eats into my shoulder blades, driving air from my lungs. Gravity does the rest and the machine tumbles after, seeking cushion from the fall. My legs deflate like pierced balloons under the mass of metal, the vacuum filling my lungs, to scream.
Fingers grip furrows, adrenaline coursing through veins, allowing me to toss the appliance like a small toy. I am ok, I am ok, to the surrounding crowd as I rise. One step, two, three...searching for the door holding back the refreshing air condition. Just need to sit d...o...w...n. The world goes black as I follow that thought to the ground.
Laying there with my legs elevated I wonder if I appreciate more what I had before losing them that day at work in high school. Only temporary, all muscle damage, no bones broken, amazingly, luckily. There is so much we take for granted in our every day rising, walking, talking, seeing, hearing, eating, sleeping, working, playing, loving world. Moving so fast, we forget their significance, until they are gone.
Over at Baino's today, I was reminded of all we have to be thankful for. In times of pain, in times of struggle, our lives can begin to be defined by all that we don't have, as what we do have is pushed into the shadows of the corner. A reminder I need often.
In our losing, we gain something more important. Perspective.