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An old woman carefully descended steps of a museum amphitheater, stopped at the second row from the front, and said, “Excuse me.”

I immediately rose, and she planted about half her foot on the step, a semi-high heel hanging over, spun ninety degrees and fell, her hips landing on the first step and then her back on the carpeted floor followed, in whiplash fashion, by the back of her head.

A young woman in front pounced over her and said, “Don’t move. I’m a nurse.” She and others then ministered to the injured woman, who remained conscious, and about ten minutes later employees lifted her onto a wheelchair and pushed her away. That reminded when older people fall they often fracture hips, femurs, knees, and arms as well as skulls, and never regain vitality they had before the ground turned treacherous.

What happens the day you really go down?

This entry was posted in Falling, George Thomas Clark, Health, Los Angeles, Short Pieces - GTC.