I had my two hands full. My breakfast in the one hand and bottles of vitamins in the other. I had managed to walk up to the top of the stairs. That is when I felt myself slowly leaning back wards. I realised that it wasn't good. I dropped everything. It was too late I had started to fall backwards. I didn't manage to grab the rail. I fell 2 steps at a time. After bouncing twice on the steps I manged to half turn instinctively. This was when I started crying for help. "Help me. Help me"but it was too late. I can still remember the feeling of terror and pain.
I hit of the stairs 3 times before I hit the tiled floor. I manged to turn on my side by the time I hit the floor. My knee hit the wall at the bottom of the stairs. The last thing to hit was my head of the ground. At least I couldn't go any further. From the fall and the shock the breath was taken out of me. For a few seconds I couldn't breathe. The fall made me realise that it is less painful and easier to ask for help and admit I can't do everything yet. It made my wall of resistance come down with a crash too.
