One dark, dreary, rainy, cold night in Tacoma, Washington, my companion and I were knocking doors in a neighborhood located on a steep hill. Due to the location of this neighborhood every house had seven or eight stairs leading up to the porch. We knocked on a door with a particularly steep staircase leading to a particularly small porch. After knocking, I took two steps back from the door I discovered that I had taken more steps than porch, and I had stepped right off the side of the porch. I was beyond the point of recovery and everything turned to slow motion. As I was beginning my fall I heard the door start to open. After about 5 feet of descent I landed on my back on the steeply sloped yard. I immediately went into a graceful back roll that would have made an Olympic Gymnast proud. I came to rest on my hands and knees at the bottom of the yard covered in mud as my companion and the man at the door stared in disbelief. I gathered myself, tucked my shirt back into my now soaking wet pants, and proceeded to say the only thing that came to my mind, "STUCK IT!". At that point my companion started laughing hysterically and the homeowner politely wished us well and shut his door.
Matt Harris
Washington Tacoma Mission
The fact that Matt is 6'5" makes this that much more funny.
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