This is a loaded post. So loaded, in fact, that it might take me a year to unpack it all.
The dictionary defines the word fallen as having dropped or come down from a higher place, from an upright position, or from a higher level, degree, amount, quality, value, number, etc.
Yesterday morning I had breakfast with a friend at a local diner. It was the kind of place where waitresses wield small talk like seasoned veterans as they pull pens out of their hair to record your order. A place where thick, white mugs filled with thin black coffee are brought to every table whether you want it or not. Everything about this place was routine (which is what makes diners so effective) but on this particular morning something happened to break that routine. One of the waitresses slipped and fell.
She fell hard, right in the middle of a crowded restaurant.
At the sound of her falling, everyone ceased their conversations and abandoned their meals as they tried to figure out where the incident occurred. Some got up out of their booths to offer help, while others simply wheeled their heads around to watch the scene unfold. For the first 15 seconds there was dead silence as people decided how they would process this unfortunate happening.
Two things became very apparent to me as the waitress was helped up from the ground and onto a nearby chair:
1. We very rarely see people fall in public.
2. No matter the reason, the waitress (at least for that morning) would be known as the one who "fell down".
I am a fallen individual.
This is a statement with which I have never disagreed (and have often proclaimed about myself), but only recently have I learned that it's one thing to proclaim it and quite another thing to own it.