I was thrilled to start the day. The night before I had successfully found a website and URL for the Podcast SunStruck Radio I am publishing. It was a magical moment, alone at the cafe. Months in the making.About 50 feet from my house, I fell. And, I fell hard. A couple was walking behind me and they helped me up. At first, a fall never feels that painful. I looked at my hands and saw a few rocks wedged into the right palm. Both knees had scrapes like razor cuts from the kneecap to the ankle. I could barely walk, and the pain set in.I try to find meaning in everything. It’s either a path of spirituality or just an annoying trait. What could it mean to fall so hard just when I was so happy?I talked to a nurse about cleaning the wounds. I’d spent $40 bandages (since my house was stocked with nothing) and wanted to know if she thought I had it all clean enough. Years ago I landed in the emergency room after a nasty rollerblading spill because I never could brave cleaning those pebbles out of the cuts in my leg. Trust me on this, get the dirt out now or suffer tweezers, Novocain, and agony in the emergency room later.She thought I would be fine.But what could this mean? I said, telling her how happy I was before the fall.I don’t know, she said.Remember to look down?We’re always happiest before the fall.