36 The Lockout
So what does that last joke have to do with my situation?
Nothing really. Other than sometimes I guess it does takes awhile for the penny to drop, to get a full understanding of why certain things happen to us.
In any case, here’s how I flew off a roof.
Anticipating the arrival of a taxi to take me to the airport the fateful morning that I broke my leg, I had stuck my head out the portal of the garage. When I thought I saw the taxi pulling up, I stepped out to the street to confirm he had the right place and that I’d be ready in a minute.
Literally, as my suitcase was packed, waiting just inside the gate.
Without warning, a sudden gust of wind blew the door shut! There I was standing on the street, with no cell phone, no ID or passport, no airline ticket, no money. Nada.
All these valuables were “safely stowed away” in my travel bag, on the other side of the now barricaded garage door. --Before Dr. Aria had departed for his vacation with his family that morning, he had fortified every door and window on his property, leaving me to just close the remaining door behind me on the way out.
After scouting out my options at ground level, I then climbed the heavy metal grill covering one of the house’s main windows and reached the roof.
I walked around the flat portion of the roof, concluding that there was no way to climb into the courtyard below. After all, the house was designed to be burglar proof.
To benefit from another angle, I then ventured out on a slanted part of the roof, built with barrel tiles. --Clay tiles that crumbled as I stepped on them, which threw me off balance and heading straight down to the hewn rock patio below.
In that split second I spotted a patch of grass to the side of the stone patio, and attempted to throw myself in that direction, in an attempt to cushion my landing.
The good news is that I did land on the softer grass.
The bad news I've covered in the story I've related.
Nothing really. Other than sometimes I guess it does takes awhile for the penny to drop, to get a full understanding of why certain things happen to us.
In any case, here’s how I flew off a roof.
Anticipating the arrival of a taxi to take me to the airport the fateful morning that I broke my leg, I had stuck my head out the portal of the garage. When I thought I saw the taxi pulling up, I stepped out to the street to confirm he had the right place and that I’d be ready in a minute.
Literally, as my suitcase was packed, waiting just inside the gate.
Without warning, a sudden gust of wind blew the door shut! There I was standing on the street, with no cell phone, no ID or passport, no airline ticket, no money. Nada.
All these valuables were “safely stowed away” in my travel bag, on the other side of the now barricaded garage door. --Before Dr. Aria had departed for his vacation with his family that morning, he had fortified every door and window on his property, leaving me to just close the remaining door behind me on the way out.
After scouting out my options at ground level, I then climbed the heavy metal grill covering one of the house’s main windows and reached the roof.
I walked around the flat portion of the roof, concluding that there was no way to climb into the courtyard below. After all, the house was designed to be burglar proof.
To benefit from another angle, I then ventured out on a slanted part of the roof, built with barrel tiles. --Clay tiles that crumbled as I stepped on them, which threw me off balance and heading straight down to the hewn rock patio below.
In that split second I spotted a patch of grass to the side of the stone patio, and attempted to throw myself in that direction, in an attempt to cushion my landing.
The good news is that I did land on the softer grass.
The bad news I've covered in the story I've related.
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