OK, I decided to use this thread to announce my rediculous, almost catastrophic and quite scary scooter accident yesterday.

I was going to the front door to answer it. My yard people were here to cut the grass and stuff, so I opened the door and gave them the okie dokie...Since it hadn't rained much,the grass wasn't long but uneven.

I closed the door and then remembered something I had forgotten to tell them, so I opened the door and my scooter was in go forward, so I went through the storm door and stopped right before toppling onto the porch...scooter and all.

I hollered HELP, and the guys came running and pushed me back into the house, keeping me from falling on my face. I was too scared to be imbarrassed, (until later ) and was shedding tears. They were so nice and trying to comfort me.

The one Fellow is coming back today to make my storm door proper again. My scooter and I did a pretty good, tearing it from the hinges, job.

Well, you know what happens then. You start thinking.."should I still be living alone"? I wish I were rich enough to have a live-in Bodyguard...maybe like Kevin Cosner.. I do not ever want to go into a resthome...no way, no how.

I'm Ok. I didn't hurt myself...other than my pride, but it could have been worse. What if noone had been there?

Anyway, I blame my dog for the whole fiasco. He was barking, loudly, the whole time this was happening. He had me so befuddled, I couldn't hear, think, or anything. Damn Dog is his middle name.

I'm done ranting. Just tell me I'm going to be OK. Thanks.