The Mossy Stairs - Part 2
Looking over my shoulder as I frantically reached for the iron rail, I could see a male, bearded figure below me near the bottom of the stairs. His face was someone I couldn’t quite identify, but I could see there was a look of concern for me and a determination to help. It was as though he knew what was about to happen to me and was ready if I indeed fell from the top of the stairs.
My left foot slid forward with a fierce velocity and my body quickly began to reverse itself from the top of my head downward. I knew there was no way to stop the motion that had been started. As I reached for the rail with my right hand, my rain-soaked fingers stretched as far as they could possibly reach, but sadly, in an instant I realized the railing was too far away and there was nothing left to grab ahold of but air.
While my right hand frantically reached for the railing, my left hand instinctively grasped the brown, paper-wrapped package I had carefully tucked away under my left arm on my way up the stairs. This was no ordinary package, either. No, this package contained the most special of valuables I’d set aside in a safe place only to be taken out at the time of my life when I was ready to use them. They were essential to my future, so I thought, and I didn’t want anything to happen to them. I knew I must protect them at all costs.
Within seconds, the momentum built to an unstoppable force throwing my body backwards toward the mossy covered stairs I’d just climbed. There was no stopping it now, and I knew it. I was heading back down the stairs fast!
As my body began to fall, my shoulders were the first thing to hit followed by my legs as they flew over my head in a reverse, somersault motion throwing me into a backwards rolling gymnastics-like tumble. Somehow, I knew to tuck my head and pull my arms back into my body while still managing to keep a stranglehold on my special package. Within seconds, I was at the bottom of the stairs laying flat on my back looking up as the rain continued to shower my face.
Strangely, the tumble back down the stairs was nothing like my mind was telling me it would be. In fact, it was as though I had floated the whole way down and hadn’t felt a bit of pain. Even when hitting the sidewalk below before coming to a halt, it was as if something, or someone, had carefully held onto me until laying me down where I finally rested...
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