Picture this: After a long week of work, the weekend is finally here. You wake up on Saturday morning ready to take on the day. A few hours of rest coupled with catching up on your favorite shows are followed by heading out to do a little light grocery shopping.
At the store, you're all smiles as you fill your basket with your favorite fruits, veggies, and organic meats. Everything is going your way. You turn the corner to head down the snack aisle and — boom — your whole life is turned upside down.
The floor was wet. There wasn't a sign. You slipped. You fell. You're hurt.
Oh, no, you think as people stop and stare. Some rush by your side to see if you're okay. Not only are you in physical pain, but your pride is bruised, too.
"I'm fine," you say graciously as you try to get up. "No, thank you. I'm good. Really," you insist. But as you attempt to stand, you realize you can't. You don't know it yet, but the slip and fall caused you to sprain your ankle. All you do know is that walking out of the store is not an option and someone needs to call 9-1-1.