A grain of rice
I was running down the stairs Thursday morning, trying to catch the early train, and missed a step after the turn at the 2nd floor. Since I hadn’t been holding either railing, instead of tumbling down the remaining 6-7 stairs, I flew down them. Terrifying it was to be in freefall, and then I landed with a hell of a thud on my forearms, knees and face. My head and neck were throbbing, and I heard a clatter. Lying there, my nose smushed into the carpet, I thought, “Oh, shit, my glasses are broken, and I leave for Brazil in less than a week! What will I do?” ...