I almost killed myself the other day.

The train station where I disembark to go to work is elevated, so every morning I climb down a steep, tall flight of concrete stairs. I usually let my hand hover over the bannister, but I never really thought anything would happen.

So last week I let the heel of my shoe get tangled up in the cuff of my pants, and I stumbled and started to pitch forward.

It very much got the adrenelin going. I was inwardly shaking for most of the morning.

I caught myself and all, and later I realized that the three people below me on the stairs would probably have broken my fall.

So that's alright then.