Got to love your elbows

Yesterday I was walking down a very steep slope with by pack on and I stepped on a very slippery branch and my feet went from under me! I consider myself lucky indeed that my elbow was stuck out at such an angle that it could jam itself into the stony ground in such a way as to take the full force of the fall. Why if it had not been for my elbow I could have done myself a mischief! Today I am mostly giving thanks to my elbow, every time I put my elbow on the desk, roll over in my sleep, or even just brush against something with it a sensation of gratitude explodes up my arm.