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I’ve got a boo-boo.

I took a header on a train platform last night and totaled both knees and the palm of one hand.

It hurt like hell, and there was blood.  But perhaps it’s the adult in me who immediately had more pressing concerns.

— Did anyone see me fall?  (Luckily, no.)

— Is my Palm Pre okay?  (It went sailing through the air when I fell and the battery popped out, but it seems fine.)

I was headed to a restaurant for a meeting and had myself pulled together by the time I got there, so I just had to tell the story to the waiters setting up my room.  I mean, come on — the video would have made money if someone had caught it on camera.

Only 20 minutes had passed, and it had already gone from tragedy to comedy.  Ya gotta love that about life.

It reminded me of a childhood fight that my sister and I had over who was going to feed our parakeet Chipper.  We disagreed on whose turn it was, and in the scuffle that followed, I got kicked on the side of the knee.  The amazing technicolor bruise that appeared looked a lot worse than it felt, and I showed it to everyone.

The story of that bruise was so worth the pain.  The jury is out on this new one.

(It still hurts.)