About six months ago, there was a thread on Sailing Anarchy about falling off of the dock. I kind of scoffed...I mean, how do you fall off a dock? Do people routinely fall off of sidewalks? Do they fall out of bed? I can understand that every once in a while, people walk off of docks while engaged in conversation, but sheesh, falling off a dock?
Well, you've all heard the familiar quotation: "Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall." or as Shakespeare said, "Pride must have a fall."
And, fall I did. Not all the way in, but in one particular way, much much worse.
My 19 month old son and I were going to the boat to get her ready for next week's Opening Day festivities. I was holding his hand when I tossed the diaper bag into the cockpit. Next thing I know, I was leaning on the boat in a most uncomfortable bruising way and dangling this little kid by his right arm in the water. Just a little dip up to the diaper or so.
I have tried to recreate this in my mind to figure out what happened. I wasn't trying to get into the boat. I didn't trip. I just fell. While standing there. I guess I could blame a powerboat wake or something but I've stood upright in much bouncier conditions than this could have been.
Ultimately, all was well. The kid got a nice salt water bath and finally got that view of the mussels under the dock he always wanted. I have a bruise and a blog-story. And, most importantly, we both have that dock-fall under our belts so we don't need to worry about it any more.