I was being assisted into the office when I fell.
I don't fall often.
I know the danger is always there, my balance being what it is.
But I fell.
Mid-fall, I felt two strong hands catch me. I felt the fall slow down. As quickly as I could I began to move my feet under me. Those hands held me in place, held my weight, held my fear, while I grabbed towards the wheelchair.
I slammed into the side of my chair.
But I didn't hit the floor.
The driver, who'd accompanied me through the door, picked up one of my shoes that had fallen off and, though offered assistance for it to be put back on, I had him put it in the bag.
He wished me a happy new year that he just guaranteed that I'll have.
I thanked him.
It took twenty minutes for the shaking to stop.
Twenty minutes for the fear to diminish.
But I didn't hit the ground.
May it ever be always for everyone.