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I don't think this was the last time I fell, but it's definitely the last memorable time. Our front porch just has boards going across it. They aren't bolted down, just laying there. And before I fell, some of them weren't even full boards and they didn't even cover the porch. One in particular was just long enough to go across two of the braces. I had been stepping on the end and almost falling for a few days, then one day I did it good. You know that moment when you realize you're not going to be able to avoid the fall? Well the reason the board didn't go all the way across was that it was broken, so as I'm falling I see the jagged edges coming up towards me. I think to myself "this is going to stab me right in the gut". So I shove at it with my right arm, which means it's the first thing I land on. (Still have a bruise-like scar there.) Well, I landed perfectly to hit the foot of one of the braces (this thing had to be no longer than two inches) with my head, above my right eyebrow. My husband had been doing something with his back to me and turned around to say something and later told me he was surprised to see that I wasn't on the porch anymore. I had to lay there for a minute to calm myself and then when I finally got up I realized my head was bleeding. Needless to say, my husband fixed the porch the next day.
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