March 11

It happened quickly, the pain shot up my back. The agony pierced my body, it felt like a knife had been plunged into my muscle. Anyone who’s had a back injury or even a sore back knows the spot in the lower back. The pain held me in its grasp for a second and then released me. Only to grab me again as I let go of the platform I’d been holding.

I know better than to push my limits. I am not getting any younger; apparently, I’m not getting any smarter either.

I was working inside an elevator shaft and we were rigging a stage for the guys installing the elevator. I am benefiting from the boom taking place in my own city. At least I think I am… my body might say otherwise. I knew right away I shouldn’t have lifted the end of the stage so we could get a rope out from under it. Knowing better sometimes isn’t enough. Is it a human trait? We know better but we do things we shouldn’t anyway.

Now I sit with the pain. It seeps into my consciousness and grabs hold of me. I want to release the pain, to find a way out of it. I know my pain Is minor compared to the pain others suffer in this world. But it’s still there and it’s still mine.

I take the pain as a sign. A sign that I am getting too old for this shit…

In life some things find us and other things we discover. I discovered that it’s time to listen to what the universe is telling me…  Now if only I can find an interpreter.