I am off out to meet with a friend who is interested in a career in politics and wanted some advice on whether to stand as a candidate in a forthcoming election. We chose a quiet restaurant on the edge of town. It was getting dark and a bark chip walkway joined the car park to the restaurant.
It came to a dead end so in the darkness, I turned and stood on what appeared to be a step. All I can remember is my foot slipping as the bark from the written log ( a poor choice of design materials for a step) came away. As I stumbled, my foot exploded and I heard snapping followed by excruciating sharp pain.
My friend helped me into the restaurant where I passed out and came round in an ambulance. We never did get to discuss politics much that night as I spent three hours in casualty. I left on crutches with a cast on- I suddenly realized how difficult life can become when I struggled up the steps to the front door.
Ingenious, well you have to be. I stuck some felt to the bottom of a tray so I could push my food and cups of tea around the flat with my crutch. Yes you cannot even carry a cup of tea any more.
The next day, my family came across to help. I had my work lap top couriered across London. As a participant in the gig economy on a contract. I needed to continue working from home until I could move again.
I was so encouraged by the occasional visits from friends but I now had to work out of a hotel close to work living in the disabled room. All very isolating. Little did I realize I was about to embark on a three year journey of recovery and set back before I could walk without a stick again. I was eventually lost my job from that little slip. It was a chance to rethink what life was about and what I wanted to do. I ended up in the USA. In the USA the car was king and I could go most places in an automatic. Funny how life works out sometimes.
This was the fateful step taken a day later in daylight.