No Such Thing As An Accident

Kevin always said I was an accident waiting to happen - or did he call me a bull in a china shop? It was both actually. But it was my dad who always said there's no such thing as an accident. His point (at least I hope this was it) was that with being careful and thoughtful, what everyone calls an accident is completely avoidable. True accidents are rare things. I didn't appreciate it as a kid but I eventually figured it out.

Still, I considered myself the most accident prone kid you'd ever want to meet - my litany of trips to the Alexandria City Hospital emergency room were the result many things such as getting hit in the eye with a baseball bat, splitting my bottom lip open with a softball, spraining my knee and ankle sliding (badly obviously) into second base (needless to say I don't play any sport with bats or small, round or hard to see balls), a concussion from a pogo stick, ripped toenails in a bicycle accident (needless to say I never rode my bike barefoot again), a fractured elbow running from my older sister, a dart in the head - and it didn't stop when I got older with two automobile accidents (from falling asleep while driving) in my 20s and a rather embarassing trip to the emergency room that only Kevin and my younger sister were around for.

I haven't hurt myself lately beyond the occassional head banging, stair tripping, sidewalk slipping events -- must be a sign I'm getting older -- or is it more careful?