One year ago this morning, I put on my boots and coat, grabbed my lunch bag and my laptop and headed out the door for work. I didn’t get very far though. I took on step onto the invisible “black ice” on our steps and went for a flight, badly breaking and dislocating my ankle.

It’s amazing what a single mis-step can do. I spent most of a year recovering, and only stopped physiotherapy last month. Fortunately, everything is working fine now. My surgeon told me I’ll likely get some arthritis in that ankle at some point down the road, but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.