I have always wondered what it is like to fall down a set of stairs. Sometimes I wonder why doesn’t the person just stop rolling. Of course the injury factor is always a big deal.
My favorite action movies have a fight scene that takes place in a stair well. The good guy is fighting the villain as they tumble down the stairs, crash on the landing, and throw each other down the next flight of cascading steps. I never cease to whince as they bounce along.
When my superstars were doing their stunt work, I wondered how the human body could take such a beating. On top of the bashing being exchanged with the bad guys, the collision with each step and so many of them seems unbearable. I need to wonder no more.
My alarm clock got another breather. I woke up long before it began to buzz. It has happened so often that I could easily reach over in the darkness and shut it off before its wonderfully pleasant sounds disturbed my bride.
I slip out of bed and pad quietly to exit my bedroom. Once in the hall the darkness is just beginning to fade with the dawning of a new day. My second floor sleeping chamber leads to the carpeted stairs. At the bottom of the steps is my office, my laptop computer, and my writing adventure for the new day.
Like countless times in the past decade of my life, I turn the corner to head down the stairs. This is the first morning when my descent is radically different. My first step is imprecise. Instead of stepping with a solid footing, my heal slides off the edge and I am plunged into the air.
I hit the stairs on God’s created padded part of the human anatomy. By now I am wide awake. It was life in slow motion yet my mind was racing with goofy thoughts.
“Ah, now I know what it feels like to fall down the stairs.”
”No, I’m moving so fast it is NOT possible to stop the involuntary descent.”
“I must look like a total dufuss.”
Once I completed my fall on the landing below I tried to sense if there was any noticable pain in my body. To my surprise there was no pain any where. Well, to be totally honest, there was massive internal bruising centralized in my ego.

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July 25, 2009 at 5:42 pm
Dave Rusco
I don’t mean to laugh, Bruce, but I can’t help it. I experienced the very same thing recently. My wife heard this 235 lb. thump, thump, thump…etc., then quietness. It’s been two months now, and I’m just feeling confident again going down in my socks.
July 25, 2009 at 8:36 pm
brucefong
great men follow the same path of travelling efficently; thanks for stopping in for a visit! come back often