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The bad fall

Today I was on the phone with a private lender when I heard my son shouting from the top of his lungs. He cried for help, just before falling down from the balcony’s deck down on the ground. Luckily he landed on a patch of grass we had near the house, otherwise he would have been in serious pain. He could have broken an arm or a leg. He was incredibly lucky.

When I heard his shout, I knew something was wrong. I felt cold chills on my spine. For a second I closed my eyes, fearing the outcome. I was sure that he might have done something he should not have. I just prayed that he would survive it, no matter that was. The last time, I heard him calling me for help on such a tone, he had got his head stuck between the metal bars of the balcony and couldn’t come out. Obviously that we had to call a neighbour to his rescue and cut one of the bars, so that we could free him.

While I was still holding the phone and telling the tender to excuse me a second, I ran towards the living room. That’s where his shout came from. As I entered the room, I noted that the sliding doors towards the balcony were open. Since he was nowhere in sight, I rushed there, thinking he might have fallen down.  When I looked down I saw that my assumption was right.  

He had climbed over the bars, trying to get down on the other side and then jump down, but halfway through he had lost his balance and fell. 

From the moment he called me and by the time I actually reached the balcony, he managed to come out of the fear and the shock caused by the fall and reposition himself. He even put a smile on his face when he saw me, thinking that it might ease his punishment for disobeying my rules and ignoring my warnings. 

I was happy to see he was alive, but I knew that I had to do something to prevent such future events. Even if there was not a big distance from the top of the balcony to the ground, maybe around a meter and a half, that could have been fatal for a kid his age. Thus, although I was relieved he was fine, I continued to have a long face. I asked him if he was in pain, if he could move. He nodded his head as a yes. I invited him to come inside the house because we needed to talk. He replied: “I knew that was coming!”

 

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Barbara Johnson is a Ontario businesswoman, speaker and blogger specializing in social networking strategies. She holds a Master of Science in ECommerce from the University of Toronto.