Conditional Reality

My company made canes for invalids. It wasn’t foresight, just blind luck. I did ok for several years, then sold the business just before the sprain epidemic passed. Again: pure luck. People called me a genius. I won awards from business groups, but I felt like a fraud. The worst part is after I unloaded the company I sprained my foot. Weird. Everyone else was done with that clumsiness and I twist my ankle on a broken sidewalk. Crazy. Hobbled around for weeks. But then I was always behind the times. Glad I got better and put that behind me.

Labels: Memoirs from the ages