Sunday, April 07, 2013

...AND GREAT WAS THE FALL THEREOF [Matthew 7:21]

Shenandoah Park Overlook at Point on Appalachian Trail;
Post to Left is a Trail marker, crude steps and trail seen
near it. The Overlook is toward the Shenandoah Valley.

[This photo is SOOC, straight out of camera.]
or is it 'pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall'? [Proverbs 16:18] which we often misquote 'pride goes before a fall'? I certainly hope not the second application; certainly this post's title is part of a parable where unwise and careless choice of a building site resulted in sad great collapse.

However, at least one of these Biblical quotes might apply to the above photo, taken on the Skyline Drive in the Shenandoah National Park, a drive we took after attending the U.S.S. Henley reunion in Plattsburgh, NY en route to husband's sister in  Aberdeen, NC.

After the reunion of the USS Henley in Plattsburgh NY, one of a number of ships to which Husband (H) was assigned, I chose the Skyline Drive as alternative to Niagara Falls debacle, which allowed us to briefly visit H's family, more or less en route home.

It is a beautiful 100-mile photogenic drive connecting to the Blue Ridge Parkway. The leaves were not turning, but there were stunning overlooks of the Shenandoah Valley, as above photo and the Virginia Piedmont on the opposite side of the road.

Sometimes I become too involved in my photographic endeavors, to get just the right shot. Here I wanted to be sure I had a part of the Appalachian Trail as well as the vista. The many overlooks have paved sidewalk and curbing as well as railing.  

When I am involved in composing, I am completely unaware of my well-being. Having 10 year old artificial knees, backing up while looking forward is a no-no.  I know it, but as I said I become too absorbed in the process. H was just about to yell, 'watch where you are,' when one step backward sent me tumbling to the pavement. backward.

Momentarily stunned, I surmised nothing broken, but getting upright with artificial knees requires assistance. We carry a sturdy folding chair with us. H had to dig it out from our heavily packed pickup and hold it just right for me. Usually, a garden pad beneath one knee is helpful but we forgot that item. 
With his steady hold on the chair, I painfully regained an upright vertical position.

During this period, a very nice biker and sister stopped to assist us. We talked a long time as he, too, was a veteran. It was a delightful interlude, despite its beginning. A veteran will help a veteran, no matter what branch of service; it so happened both biker and H were Navy guys.

We each continued on our separate ways. On arrival at  H's sister, she quickly found a out-patient free-standing clinic in a shopping clinic with X-ray facilities to determine if painful shoulder bones were intact. They were just severely bruised as was one boob upon which my Nikon camera plopped undamaged. A mild pain medication made the remainder of trip manageable. Bruising was excessive due to my taking blood thinners.

I commend the excellent day clinic which accepted a stranger's insurances without question and provided very rapid care just before closing for the day.

And the interlude with the biker was a pleasant addition to the otherwise unpleasant fall. Since they saw our dilemma and turned around to return and check on us--just shows how there are still good Samaritans  among us, but we never read about them. You never know when you will meet angels unaware, and hopefully I have an opportunity somewhere, sometime to return the favor.

5 comments:

Linda said...

I had a fall similar to yours in January. I'm still recovering from it. Yes we definitely hear too little of the good going on in our world today.

Liz said...

The things a photographer will do to get the perfect shot! Glad nothing was broken and that the care centre was so helpful - and the biker!

Pat - Arkansas said...

Oops! Glad to learn that although you are battered and bruised, you're OK. Falling, in any direction, at our mature stage in life is not a fun thing.

Skyline Drive is beautiful. I've been on it only twice in my life, and much enjoyed it both times.

Grandma Yellow Hair said...

Oh honey I am so glad to hear nothing broken. Falls are so serious and boy I hold the record for having them these past two years.
Your right we don't get to hear too much about our angels unaware that show up and help us when we are in much need of an angel.
Glad yours was out and about that day.
Where you guys traveled sounds like a gorgeous place to see and to take pictures.
I came by the other day and tried to leave you a comment. I hope this one takes. ha ha
Keep well and sending you love
Maggie

Lorna said...

I couldn't have imagined at the beginning of your post, that it would end up lifting the hairs on the back of my neck. A serious fall and a meeting with angels!