On a cold blustery day in January in Chicago while I was scurrying down the street, I saw a man slip and fall on some ice. The wind was blowing so hard, that he did a complete somersault.

“Sir” I said as I walked over to him while he was laying on the ground wincing in pain, “that was pretty impressive. Were you ever an Olympic gymnast?” He seemed agitated by the question so I didn’t help him get up.