The Lights go Black…

The client at my desk hadn’t been by the Office for as long as I could remember. It was nice to spend a few minutes with her talking about all she was doing and her plans for the holidays. I was distracted from our conversation by the increasing chatter around me in the Office. There were more clients lining up at the front glass door. I thought, I have to finish with this client and bring our “catching up” to a close.

As I excused myself from the client,  stood up from my desk and moved toward the operations area in the CDU, I noticed the ladder had been collapsed and moved into the corner. I didn’t see the Duo and kept focused on finishing the client’s request.

I am a fast walker.  I always have been and although my frame does not tower 6 feet or more, I also have a long stride.  And since moving to New York City, I’d only perfected my craft as I maneuvered through the masses on the city sidewalks.  The average walking speed of a human being has been determined to be roughly 3.1 mph and in a given day, can travel an average distance of 30 miles.  I would estimate that compared to the average, I’m at the top of the curve and estimate I am at a walking speed of 4 to 4.5  mph.

The first, the second, the third, the fourth step and gaining.  I was winding up to create a New York minute. And, the fifth, the sixth, the seventh and I’m off as if I had been at the starting line at the shot of the starter pistol. I turn my head as my client calls out to me with one last thought and now sixteen, seventeen, eighteen steps as I walk forward almost at a half turn. Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one steps and as I turn forward, the lights go black with a thundering sound of impact and then silence.

Darkness to light, silence to sound, I am looking up at the ceiling and can feel warm liquid running through my hair and collecting in a pool on the carpet beneath my head. I know that only seconds have passed but I am frozen and can’t remember why I’m lying down.

“Someone help me. I need something for compression to stop the bleeding.  You must have a first aid kit. Where is it? C’mon. Hey. Is anybody listening? Craig, just stay there. I’m going to help you!”  It was my client.

2 thoughts on “The Lights go Black…

  1. Gah! Trying to separate you from this situation and when I do, I’m intrigued by your description of the accident- “the warm liquid” and not knowing why you are lying down. I’m also obviously saddened by it and wish it was just a story.

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