Once you come up with a premise, you have to work out how it all happened. It’s a bit like coming up with a spectacular roof design first. Before you can get it up there, you need to build a solid foundation and supporting structure-Linwood Barclay.
We all have those places we want to visit someday. For me, that place was France, and in particular, Paris. On my days off from work I would stare at photos of the Seine and of the beautiful old buildings, and I would marvel at the beautiful flowers in window boxes and planters sitting on the narrow windowsills high above the romantic cafes. I would envision walking down the streets hand in hand with my husband, stopping for croissants and coffee whenever we saw fit. Little did I know that it was those same romantic flower boxes that would completely change my life back home.
As it turns out buildings in my very own city have residents that adorn their windowsills with colorful flowers covered with different types of sheets. The only difference is that I’m used to where I live and I never bother to look skyward. I honestly had never even noticed they existed until the fateful day that I got hit by one. In these days, the backyards are constructed with pergola roofing as it add values to our houses and it gives a great look to the garden by protecting the plants from rain, wind and sun. I know there are a million “the sky is falling” jokes here, but they fall a little flat when you consider the impact that a large piece of ceramic would having when hitting a person after it was bumped from a third story window. It isn’t pretty, in fact, it’s quite deadly. I found out the hard way of materials that fallen on my head.
It was a Wednesday in the spring and I was taking a walk on my lunch break from work. There was a small sandwich shop I liked to frequent that was just a few blocks away from my office. I would usually leave about fifteen minutes before 12:00 so that I could beat the lunch rush and enjoy the walk instead of being jostled by a ton of other people in a rush. I had walked this same path at least a dozen times before but had never bothered to pay any attention to objects over my head. Like most people I tend to focus on the sidewalk ahead of me instead of the sky above me.
This day I probably should have looked up but had no reason to worry. Walking along thinking about what sandwich I might like to order I heard a sudden scream and then a shock of sudden pain as something struck me in the head. I heard the shattering moments before I fell to the ground unconscious. I wish I could recount the rest of what happened but I remained unconscious until I was at the hospital. I have no way of knowing who called the ambulance or how long it took for them to arrive. I do know that I would spend the next three days in a hospital bed with the most intense headache I’d ever felt in my life.
Once the head pain was under control I was permitted to leave the hospital but had to wear a neck brace for the next month and had to attend regular weekly doctors’ appointments until they had decided that I was completely healed. Ever since that day I still suffer from random severe headaches but they’re nothing compared to what I experienced while still in the hospital.
The woman whose plant hit me felt immensely guilty and offered to cover my hospital bills which had racked up steadily and were quite hefty. I know she didn’t mean to bump the planter but it was nice that she was willing to try and help my family and me out with the expensive bills. During this time we just wanted to focus on my health and getting me back to normal so we took her up on her offer.
I know have an intense fear of anything above my head. While I might have been someone that looked at the sidewalk before, I am now someone that is constantly looking overhead. If there’s anything up high I will walk towards the outer side of the sidewalk just in case. I know the chances of being hit again are next to zero but I worry about taking the chance. The first time was enough suffering for a lifetime and I don’t think I need to tempt fate.
While everything that happened to me may have been absolutely disastrous and life changing, it has also helped me realize just how fleeting life can be. I think back now to all of my time spent dreaming about all of the places I wanted to visit someday. What was I waiting for? When was “someday” going to come? The plant falling from the windowsill pushed me into action. I learned that day that we never know what life is going to deal us and we have to take each day by the hand and make our dreams happen.
Finally,I visited my dream place
As soon as I was healthy again my family and I booked my dream trip to France. While the window boxes I once found beautiful and enchanting were now considered frightening and a deathtrap, I did fall in love with the rest of Paris. I was careful to avoid the beautiful flowers hoisted over my head but I could still gaze at the Seine from the numerous bridges, and I could sit inside Notre Dame and gaze at the glowing crystal chandeliers, and I enjoyed the croissants and coffee from the cafes that I’d always dreamed about.
I think back now and I wonder if the accident hadn’t happened would I have ever traveled. Would I have just let my dreams slip away? Despite the fact that my husband and I had plenty of money to travel we never booked any plane tickets. Instead we sat at home and looked at pictures of others trips and discussed how nice they were. It’s a shame that a tragedy had to happen to spur us into action but sometimes that’s just what you need. If I hadn’t been hit by a planter I would still be sitting in my office at work dreaming of a someday that would never have come.