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Letting Go

Last year I almost killed myself with a recycle bin. This year that experience saved my life.

On vacation with my husband Stephen and friend Vivian, there were two suitcases between the three of us.

Our hotel room was on the second floor with no elevator. Stephen offered to carry both suitcases upstairs but when he grabbed Vivian’s I took ours.

Everything was fine until I neared the top of the stairs and my balance shifted. I felt the suitcase pull me back down the stairs…so I let go.

There it goes

There it goes

I could have followed but didn’t because I released the suitcase and grabbed the handrail.

Quick thinking

Quick thinking

What does this have to do with the recycle bin experience?

I fell with the recycle bin because I didn’t let go. Had I released my grip, I wouldn’t have fallen. Lesson learned and as a result, I didn’t go down with the suitcase.

Thanks to the recycle bin incident, this didn't happen

Dramatic enactment of what could have happened

The morale of the story – sometimes you have to let go. Whatever you release may not come back to you, but that’s okay because you’ll be alive.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,




Comments on: "Letting Go" (8)

  1. I wonder if there is a ten step program for letting go of suitcases.
    Or was it more than ten steps. ?

  2. This is deep. I mean, I’m already envisioning the Lifetime Made for TV Movie about your near-death experience. Also, I think I know what I should do for a living: Fall Consultant. I fall, like, a lot. So I’m really good at it-I could have told you about this letting go thing and saved you the act and the enactment.

    • But Jill, then she wouldn’t have had this blog to write!

    • With the right director, this could be good enough for the big screen. I’m sure Sandra Bullock and Angelina Jolie would be top contenders to play the lead role. I should start picking out my red carpet gown now. You could start your new career consulting for the movie! You might want to go shopping, too. We just need to coordinate to make sure we don’t show up in the same dress.

  3. Pam, you had me going. But now I don’t know what is real and what is a joke.

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