SUNDAY TALKING...

My great aunt lived on a large farm.  Her youngest son lived across the road from her.  It had snowed and he went to check on her to make sure she was in for the night.  It seems that after he left she remembered she had not brought in her paper and went out to get it.  She slipped and fell.  Her dear son found her the next morning frozen to death on her steps.  

This family story has worried me a lot living alone.  My daughter receives a text from me every morning and evening so she knows IAYA (I Am Yet Alive).  The Life Alert button is not available to me out here so my cell phone is on a lanyard  always with me. My morning text for my daughter had gone.  The dogs wanted out so I got up from the computer to let them out. The cell phone was not yet attached.  Opening  the front door, the dogs hesitated to go out so I decided to step out to prompt them.  Yes, it was icy (black ice)  and I fell and could not get up. I could not scoot over the threshold of the door.  My neighbors drove by and I hoped they would see me.  They did not because the dogs were sheltering me trying to help.  Finally I managed to get one butt cheek over the ledge and grab the door frame to pull myself inside. All the time the story of  my great aunt was with me....