Mary Poppins Wasn't Perfect

I don't think it's possible for me to ever forget this day. I can't imagine ever forgetting that 5am phone call. I can't imagine ever forgetting the feeling of seeing the images for the first time. The one year anniversary of the fire was a hard one. I was in a rough place. The two year anniversary of the fire was sweeter. I'd come farther, I'd begun healing. On this three year anniversary of the fire, it is well with my soul.  If you don't know me at all, and you had no idea about a fire....you can read here: The fire, part 1 The fire, part 2 The not-so-pretty-almost-one-year-update  The One Year update

The city is out to get me. Last week, I began my Monday morning commute by walking to the metro. As I normally do. I stepped on the escalator to go down to the platform, and within 2 seconds, I realized that was a horrible decision. The platform was PACKED full of people. So full- that the people exiting the escalator had no where to go. They started to pile up on each other. I heard them yelling and decided my only option to delay my impending doom was to start running UP the escalator that was sending me down. I knew I had to be faster than the escalator so I was going as fast as I could; all the while, telling people at the top NOT to get on the escalator. Someone finally came to their senses and hit the emergency stop button.....but without warning. So my body- which was being projected upward fast- was projected down. I slammed into the escalator stairs. Someone helped me up, I walked over to a corner, and assessed the damage. There were tears. There was blood. But I pulle...