I think my dad may have used the phrase above. What I was attempting to communicate in the title is that I recently fell down. I was just going for a walk and tripped on some steps near a church of Carnarvon Street. It's very odd that stumbling and hitting the ground is embarrassing. You'd think there'd be many emotions one could feel, but why shame? Anyway, I looked around and saw that nobody had seen.My pride was intact but I still scraped my knee a bit. It was the type of wound that as I kid I got when I fell off a bicycle. I don't think I've skinned a knee in probably thirty-five years! It didn't bleed a lot, but I knew there would be a fairly large scab.
This fact made me appreciate the human body. Isn't it grand that a body heals? I mean many of us would be a walking basket case were it not for our ability to automatically repair ourselves.