CHARLESTON, W.Va. - I am generally one to skip the hard part as we head into a happy, celebratory Easter Sunday.
This year I went for the entire experience, or most of it, anyway.
The church sanctuary was open Maundy Thursday with Stations of the Cross flashing across a big screen. Good Friday service was somber and reflective. On Saturday morning, people from churches throughout the community gathered for a long walk as a sign of unity among the denominations.
As Saturday afternoon arrived, I was happy that it was nearly time to head to my daughter's home for a turkey dinner.
First, I was going to wash my car.
As I walked across my driveway something happened, and I fell with such force it was as though I had been pushed. I landed on my knees and my face smashed into my car.
I pushed myself to my feet and scampered inside to bury my face in a towel. Chips on my two front teeth formed a perfect V. My lips were cut. The towel was soaked with blood.
My first inclination was to crawl beneath a blanket and sob.
Then I said to myself, "Get a grip. Figure out what to do."
I called my dentist/friend on his cell phone. He said, "Oh, Charlotte, I would be there in 15 minutes if I were home. I just got to Florida. Let me see what I can do."