This post left anonymously

By the time I was 6 or 7, I had always wanted to fly.

Always trying to ascend closer to the sky, I would climb a big tree in our front yard quite often.
https://www.proximasalesnetwork.com/tree2.png
One day I was climbing higher than I ever had before, I bet I was well more than half way to the top of it, my foot slipped. I started plummeting toward the ground, bending and smashing tree limbs(and sometimes bouncing off of them) as I fell. It's particularly astounding to me, that I can remember seeing the front door to the house bust open, slamming crooked against wall of our house like a train had ran through it.
https://www.proximasalesnetwork.com/tree1.png
In less than the time it took for me to fall and hit the ground, my father was there to catch me.

I think if I hope for anything in the new year, it's that we all, I among us, somehow learn how we can apply that kind of attentive care toward each other and all we do.

And not let each other fear hitting the ground.

This open post was written |
Views: 13, Subscribers: 3 |
Leave a reply | Report Post

⇩ Zoom to bottom
Reciprocity (0)
Reciprocity
Since writing this post Anonymous may have helped people, but has not within the last four (4) days.
Post Tags (5)
time, house, front, ground, proximasalesnetwork
Replies (2)
Roccoflip
(5 minutes after post)
Quote this reply Report this reply to moderators

Very well said. ๐Ÿ˜Š Very deep.

314sftf
Nix
last online: 11/28, 9:31
Verified User (7 years, 2 months)
Long Term User
Shoutout0
#
(13 hours after post)
Quote this reply Report this reply to moderators

My dad did something similar for me. When o was 3, i was running down a path. I tripped, but miraculously before my face hit the ground, my dad managed to put his hand over my face and save me from some horrible cuts and bruises. Dads are the best.

A
⇧ Zoom to top

Help-QA supports basic Markdown, emoji ๐Ÿ˜, and tagging friends with @username!