Mishaps and Mayhem
"Don't come back broken" were the words my colleague told me whenever I went off on an adventure. I have a habit of falling over and having accidents. I also have the ability to take a deep breath, pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again. (From "pick yourself up" composed in 1936 by Jerome Kern, with lyrics by Dorothy Fields).
Rolling a snow-mobile - Pick Yourself Up
Who would have thought it possible to roll such a monster? Well - I was riding along a frozen river bed in Sweden when the guide pointed out a moose up on the embankment. I, foolishly, not only turned my head to have a look, but also turned the handlebars. Up the embankment I went, and because I was going at great speed, made it safely to the top only to be confronted with the forest trees attacking me. I turned back to the river and rolled down the embankment. Protected by recent soft…
Falling off my bicycle - Pick yourself up
Oh, how embarrassing - I fell off my bicycle and shouted for someone to please save my camera... Not only did they save it, but they captured the indignity of the fall with it.