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

I'm all for the SMON's. Only my coordination problems seem to be mostly in my hands this past couple of days. I've even been afraid to wash dishes. I've had such a bad case of 'dropsy'. Some days it's my feet. Oh well, I guess it all evens out in the end.