A few years ago, I went out West to visit a new friend. She, I and her husband took a long hike up to a local peak to view the mountains. In the last few steps back to the car, my foot got caught in some underbrush and my ankle twisted. I fell to the ground.
As I was lying there, tears streaming down my face, my ankle throbbing, my body wincing, I looked up. And I noticed where I was. Somehow, my fall had landed me right in the direct centre of a circle of trees. Their presence around me felt like a circle of friends. And directly above me, was the sun streaming down on my face. I smiled. It is one of the most beautiful mental images I carry with me in my heart.
Sometimes, we have to get knocked flat on our ass to see things differently. Don't curse the fall. Be happy for the new perspective.