Oh, Bob,

That's reminds me: my son and I were running to catch the train after a day spent at the beach.

My legs just gave out right in the middle of the street. I fell right on top of the bag of sea shells. My son almost had a heart attack when he heard all the shells breaking -- he thought it was my hip

I know what you mean about 'slow motion', when I looked up there was a 18-wheeler heading for me. I've never prayed so hard for "good brakes" in my life

Looks like you've got a lot of company -- fellow fallers. Maybe we can start a national organization -->> Slo Mo Oh No's!!

Hugs.

Barb