Ah, snowfall.

It’s coming soon for many of you. I may get some too, but it’s a little different here. I won’t experience anything like what surrounded me during a situation I once thought of as the most embarrassing moment of my life, a story I knew better than to tell. Until now.

It was my first significant snowstorm

since moving to Minnesota, and light, powdery snow was piled high all around. Stir crazy and not particularly savvy about wintery road conditions, I bundled up and blithely took a walk a few blocks down to the grocery store.

Not a good idea.

Sidewalks were snowed over, so on my way back, rather than walking on the street, I chose an obviously safer route across the parking lot and down a hill. Obvious, that is, to a lifelong Californian.

What I foolishly didn’t calculate

was the three feet of snow now jutting out from the side of that hill. As I plowed through the fresh powder on the ground, suddenly the earth gave out under me and I dropped five feet straight down.

Damn. What to do now.

I waited until I was pretty sure all current traffic at that stop light had passed before working my way out. Then, with as much dignity as I could muster, (which is to say, not a whole lot) I proceeded home.

Fortunately, I was new to the area, not to mention bundled up and resembling a cookie jar, so likely no one recognized me.

Seriously,

that’s my most embarrassing moment? OF COURSE NOT. Comical, perhaps, and a good mental laugh-inducing picture, but I’ve lived through a lot worse since then.

But you won’t hear about those moments from me. It’s taken me decades to tell this story, and it’s more funny than embarrassing. No doubt you’ve lived through one or two of your own, and I’m always up for a good laugh.

Some of the other moments, well, best to lay those memories to rest.

Which makes me wonder how many really painful memories others have that they wisely don’t tell, except that sharing them might make the rest of us fools feel a little less lonesome? I’m talking those times we behave outside of our own character, seemingly controlled by demons unknown to us.

If that resonates with you, those demons, if it wrenches your heart, then you know what I mean, the divide within yourself.

picture of me I’m not promoting a soul-wrenching, innermost-self baring session for anyone with anyone except on your own terms in your own time. You need to guard your heart.

But every once in awhile, I’d like someone to say the words, whatever they are, that would tell me the anguish of my most humiliating moments isn’t mine alone. Maybe each of us, most of us, or even just some of us, go through the same thing at times in our lives.

If you know those words, let me know.

6 Comments on “sometimes light as snow, sometimes dark as hell

  1. Mine is winter-related also. I was conducting a survey of businesses in existence for a tax collection company years ago in an area about 50 miles from home. I was leaving one business park’s offices when I slipped on some ice and hurt my ankle. I swore I broke it. I was so afraid someone would see me I struggled to my feet quickly…doing more damage I’m sure..and hobbled back to the car…proceeding to then drive all the way home before then reporting the injury to my boss. It was a severe sprain that actually had me laid up for a week. It was embarrassing because I always used to wonder aloud how people could be so careless. I wondered no more!

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    • I know. On a long ride home from college one spring break, I asked the guy who was driving — who I barely knew — what was the most embarrassing moment of his life. He opened up and told me this heartwrenching story from junior high — I don’t remember the details, just that I really felt for him. Then, of course, he asked me mine, and I totally went blank. I had a mental block, I think, when the vast array of options flashed before me. But this one stood out for a long, long time.

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  2. I slipped on ice, fell flat on my rear end while pregnant. I did this in the street in front of everyone! Not the first nor the last time I fell. It’s embarrassing but we made it.

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    • I’ve fallen so many times I’ve stopped counting. One time I just lay there, flat on my back, thinking, do I even want to get up and face everyone? Or should I just lie here until everyone is gone?

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