It is downright eerie how things happen sometimes. My dad fell Sunday night walking to bed. He is a little too prideful and hard headed to use his walker or cane. He had both hands full, one holding a washcloth and the other full of dog treats. ( I learned he does this every night because his two dogs follow him to bed). Because of this, he couldn't break his fall as well and ended up landing mostly on his stomach and chest. It just so happens he had been coughing the previous couple of hours due to a piece of diced onion evidently stuck in his throat from a burger he ate at dinner. Out pops the onion on impact like a self administered Heimlich manuever. If he hadn't have fallen, who knows what would have happened in his sleep. I guess the old saying, " Things happen for a reason" rings true more often than not. Dad got out of the fall with a sore wrist and a bruised pride.