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Building on my experience in the past as a Sunday School teacher, when
my Church needed a secretary I volunteered for the post. Unbeknown to
me at the time, I later learned that I also had to be a Church Elder;
so (in for a penny in for a pound) I took on both roles. Being church
secretary had its hairy moments! When the Church found itself in
between ministers, it was my job to ensure that we had visiting
preachers each Sunday. On one such occasion, I was unable to find
anyone -- so I had to step into the breach personally. I must have
done an okay job, but I created a worship group to ensure that the
situation didn’t arise again! However, I have spondylosis and my
mobility deteriorated to such an extent that I was eventually obliged
to resign both as elder and secretary.
Almost four years ago, my husband John was diagnosed with a brain
tumour and sadly he died the following Spring. The day before he
died, I fell down the stairs -- top to bottom. The whole length of my
right leg was bruised, but as I could walk I thought all was okay. In
July of that year, I was admitted to hospital with cellulitis and a
leg ulcer. Whilst I was in hospital, they X-rayed my right leg and
told me that I had broken my fibula in two places, but that it had
healed itself. Obviously, it must have occurred when I fell down the
stairs, which goes to prove you CAN walk on a broken leg.