First Broken Bone

On January 2, 2017, right around noon, I was standing on a ladder attempting to clean some gutters surrounding the roof of my house.  The ladder tipped over, I fell, landed on my left hand, and broke my left wrist.  I am 74 years of age.  I actually thought I could go through life without ever breaking a bone.  Well, as the saying goes: "There is always a first time for everything."  I am inconvenienced, but I am grateful to God.  It could have been a whole lot worse.  Happy New Year!