scaffolding gave way, and me, the ladder and the scaffolding all came tumbling down. I was over 20 ft high at the time, and my feet got tangled in the rungs. As I fell I tried to get on top of the falling ladder, but my feet were caught underneath it. At the last second, I felt a tug on the back of my sneakers, (they were into open air) and my sneakers came off and I pulled my feet out from underneath the ladder. If I had landed the way I was, both of my feet would have been badly broken or worse. I felt there was a angel who tugged my sneakers off so I wouldn't get hurt beyond my pride and a few bruises.
What I found amazing immediately afterward was how calm I was throughout the fall. It was truly like time slowed down, and I felt I had time to rearrange my body to end up on top of the pile. I've always had a fear of falling, and here I was falling with no fear and no panic - just calmly kept pulling my feet out from between the rungs, but the tops were caught on the rung and wouldn't come out. I have no other explanation for how both feet would have come loose from my sneakers from the back than my Angel was looking after me.
I was pretty shaken up afterwards, but during the fall and immediately after I was fine. A bit scared to get up in case something was broken or bleeding, but without my Angel, who knows what would have happened!
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