Being Cripple is Dangerous!

So i was meditating in the fifth floor dance studio/performance space this morning, when the windows of the control booth began to make a horrible racket ... yes, i said racket. My first inclination was, someone is messing around in there, but then the mirrors on the wall and the battens, full of hanging show lights, began to shake as well. I rolled my way to standing and hurried to the doorway, away from any possible debris. Just as i made it, my legs gave out and i slumped to the floor. I was oddly calm throughout. I prayed. The shaking just didn't stop.

After it finally stopped we were escorted to the emergency stairwell. Sitting in my scooter and looking at the stairs i thought, huh... thats funny... how do i get out? The elevator was not an option and the jolt to my system clearly agitated my pain. So i had another opportunity. Grin and bear it. Thankfully one of the other dancers helped me down the five flights of stairs. A small group stayed behind to make sure we all got out safely, which was encouraging. But seriously, i am a huge liability! Guess i have to prepare for the big one.... ahem... "Leave me! Save yourselves!" ;-D