Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Today I fell walking the dogs, and a kind stranger helped me up and to sit on the curb until I got my breath back.  She was wise, and insisted I rest for a few minutes.  At the end, I told her:  "Thank you for being here".  I don't believe I've ever used that phrase before, but it did seem providential that she was right there and saw me fall.  The kindness of strangers.  Such interactions cement my faith in people.  It's funny, because she and her husband (?) were taking two bundles of balloons out of their car and I was wondering if they were delivery people, because there were presents on the end of the strings.  I was distracted by the neon colors and celebratory nature of the scene.  But that is not what caused my fall.  Oh, no.  I can't get out of this one.  This morning, lazy about proper shoes because I have my hiking shoes and boots packed for our trip coming up, I put on clogs.  I've fallen once before in clogs, and got rid afterward of every pair but these.  Now I will give these away.  I kept them because I get compliments on them (vanity), they are fairly new (frugality) and because I'm a little too optimistic about my steadiness (delusion).  Granted, anyone with two 80 lb dogs pulling every which way is compromised, but that "what is so" I tend to gloss over.  Many lessons, little learned.  Luckily, I mainly scraped my knee, and no real damage was done, but falling is not good for the system.  So much for looking cute, it's solid shoes all the way for me from now on.