That seems to be a theme for me. If there is something to walk into, trip over, or a hole to fall into it will be me. I have been run over, caught in a burning building, and once got off a boat in Germany on the wrong stop. Ended up on a fishing Island where only one woman spoke English. She sent me to the docks with a note pinned to my shirt asking someone to take me to the Mainland. So a 21 year old girl walks around the docks with a note in a language she doesn't understand pinned to her shirt. After they stopped laughing at me a fishing boat took me back. That's one of my favourite stories of all. I've never been able to decide if I am very unlucky or very lucky. I believe it's a dichotomy of the two.