Pride Goeth before a fall

We don’t always know or even care where old sayings such as this one comes from, but they are a part of our society. And I am sure no one has ever had the opportunity to define “Pride goeth before a fall” like I did this morning. I have shared in earlier posts how I use an office chair at  work so I can get around. I also shared about my need of a new chair, my fears of finding one to suit me, and the fear that I might not be able to get one short enough for my height. I finally found one, but it was about 1-2 inches taller in the seat than my previous one. I can no longer step up the 6 inch step from the parking lot into our shop, so I use my walker to reach the door, turn around and sit down in my chair. With this chair a little taller than the old one, I can barely reach the seat with my rear so I am on the very edge of the seat until I can shift my weight and scoot back in the chair. Also, I can barely reach the leather seat to hold on to as I am sitting back, so sometimes it scoots back as I am trying to sit down. That is pretty scary, so I asked someone to stand behind my chair preventing it from moving until I was settled in.

After about 2 weeks of doing this, they forgot the necessity, and I grew tired of always having to ask for help. So one day, I tried getting into my chair by myself and was successful. So, some days I’d ask, if a co-worker happened by as I came in, and sometimes I’d try it myself. It got to the point where I was really paranoid and fearful every morning hoping I could manage to get into my chair successfully. If I fell, I wouldn’t be able to get up by myself. I had visions of having to call 911 and having the firemen pick me up. It became my most frequent prayer every day, that I be able to get into my chair safely.

So today, once again, no one happened to be close by when I opened the back door. Since they leave my chair at the back door for me, I thought I’d try it once again by myself. It is a simple thing to holler “Hello” and someone would come help me, but I guess I was too “proud” to ask today! So, as I was trying to sit, I lost my grip on the leather seat, the chair moved away from me, and I was dumped unceremoniously onto my rear in the floor! Thank goodness we have a very strong young man working in our kitchen. He was able to pull me to a standing position and help me into my chair. What a way to start my day! I learned a lesson today. I can’t be afraid to ask for help when I need it even if I am afraid others are getting tired of having to help me! “Pride goeth before a fall” never had so much meaning before today.