Usually, it is not my thing to write about my personal life. Love reading about yours but mine is on the dull side. That was until a few days ago which results in the inspirational title of this blog. Today is special since it really happened to me!
Washington State having been inundated with snow during the last few weeks; even declared an emergency. So picture this; living in a home with a steep, metal roof. Yes, you can see where I am going with this story, but continue reading where the angels come in. Whoever said angels don’t exist and protect us is wrong.
There is one part of my home that the snow falls first, falling own to the porch below the roof. Hearing it fall I gazed out my window, noticing how cute my birdfeeder looked with the snow piled up to the sky. Grabbing my boots, and camera I started to venture down the walkway, where I needed to go to capture the picture.
This has never happened to me before which is why this is a special post, but I heard in my pee brain a voice, loud and clear; “STOP! don’t take another step.” I stopped and looked up to see there above just a little corner of snow that didn’t come down yet; it was at the edge of the roof above the spot where I intended to walk for the best view of my birdfeeder. From my viewpoint not realizing the danger I took another step, just then I heard the creaking above, and I instinctively froze.
I was wrong it was not just a little bit of snow, behind it was such a force, it shot off my roof, over the porch above me and on to the sidewalk just in front of me where I was standing frozen in fear. It knocked me over face down into the snowdrifts beside me; it felt as if a cannonball hit my upper back and neck. However, because I did hesitate and stopped just before the avalanche, instead of standing in full line I was only standing at the end of the snow line.
I did manage to get up, retrieved my camera which flew in the snowdrifts, retreated inside the house, pondered about the experience as to what could have been but wasn’t.
After a few moments, I climbed over the snow-covered walkway and took the coveted picture. Today I am reminded by the experience with a souvenir whiplash on my neck and of course, the birdfeeder picture is seen below.