Do you remember in Greek Mythology, Icarus, who ignored the advice of his father and flew too close to the sun? Icarus thought he knew better and that the solar rays would cause him no harm. When cautioned to use his wings only to stay in the safe zone between sun and sea, Icarus flew higher. Soon, it was too late. The wax in his feathered wings couldn't hold up forever. It melted under the high heat, and Icarus fell down and drowned in the sea.
Like Icarus himself, I too, tempted fate and lost. I decided to wear these little beauties to Christmas church service:
It was going so well. I didn't have to do a lot of walking. Just get to a pew and listen to some beautiful, holiday hymns. It was going to be fine. Getting from the car into the house was the last hurdle. That big, beautiful heel got caught in a crevice in the garage floor, and I fell--gracefully--to the ground.
Thankfully, no broken bones....only bruises and scrapes. After an icepack and a few days, I'm back to kicking cancer down.
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