Keep Walking

I fell of my horse on Sunday morning. I don’t remember how it happened. I guess the horse was going really fast and refused my pleas to slow down, so I fell. The 5 seconds or less from the moment I got off the horse’s back till I hit the ground were the longest ever, it was a Johnny Walker moment indeed. I did my best to fall in a proper way, I mean to avoid injuries. For some reason I thought that my shoulder could take it. I was wrong. I fractured my left shoulder, and I’m left handed. I don’t know how the “sliders” manage to jump from one world to the other without the slightest pain!!!!

It could have been worse, everybody around is telling me about how superman lived the rest of his life in a wheelchair from a horse injury. And I remembered Maya’s question in her “seat 13 D” post “Are we free of our decisions? Or are we slaves of fate?” I don’t know, but I guess the will to live is what get us going, the instinct.
I did survive a number of deadly accidents in the past; the first I remember was around the age of 8 when I managed to throw a huge, 250 kg plant pot over my head. I thought it was a part of the wall and I pulled it very hard, I was happy that our neighbours in Beirut, who were spending summer in Chbenieh, will spend the day with us in Bhamdoun. I also survived an electric chock (traumatised for over a year though), falling off the Portemelio Hotel stairs in Kaslik with pointed metal high heals (for those who know the stairs, they are really scary…), a car accident (I was not driving), a desert motorcycle accident (guilty, it was me) and now the horse.

What makes us survive? I guess it’s the will to live. I’m not done with life yet, no not yet...