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Forty-something (grin) years ago, I began to walk.  Last year I fell. Was it because I did not know how to walk? No, I was sky-diving, something I started doing more than 25 years ago. I had a tremendous accident and plummeted to my sure death. We all still fall once in awhile and it is nothing to be concerned about normally. Nothing so traumatic as my fall.  Haven’t we all slipped on unsteady footing?  Falling is not the end, and usually the pain associated with it is small compared to the humiliation caused by your fall.  It is said that walking is nothing more than catching each step. With each step, either we succeed in taking another or we fall. When first learning to walk, a child spends more time falling than walking. Each time the child falls, he gets up and tries it again. This is called learning. Of course at the time, we may be frustrated, hurt, angry, embarrassed, or simply overwhelmed. But look up and then get up.

The news provides us sordid details of some prominent star or leader falling almost every day. This isn’t the kind of fall that leaves them on their butt physically, but is emotionally or prominently in the eyes of others. We are fortunate our lives are not worthy of front page or television news.  You know the falls: You are fired from a job, your spouse leaves you, you mismanage your finances and go bankrupt, you are caught in a despicable act like pornography, you lie, steal or just get caught in selfishness. Not even considering faith or religion, it is said that at the center of sin is the letter I. When “I” put myself before others… and then, there is the fall. Why do they call it “falling in love?” Because it can hurt.

This is not so much for me, but for those around me who have touched my life or for those whose life I will touch in sharing this private life and its recovery. I will share my interactions with you when appropriate and permissible.