After the service, we were invited for refreshments in another building at the side of the church.
I wanted to use the restroom so I went there.
There was a step-down that was not clearly defined and I fell face forward and damaged my nose and lip.
Other parts of my body were bruised.
I was spitting blood and that scared me, but later realised it was from a cut on my lip.
I screamed for Rashiff and he came and lifted me off the floor and a huge crowd gathered to sympathize with me.
My neighbour had two doctor relatives there and they checked me out.
It was a horrific experience and we came home right away.
The church minister had just preached from Ecclesiastes 3, "There is a time to be born and a time to die."
I wrote a book based on those words. It is on Amazon.
He said that funerals are dress rehearsals and every one of us has an expiry date.
When I fell, I really thought that it was my expiry date.
