17 April, 2013, it was a pleasant morning in Cincinnati. The usual routine at work. I had some extra time at lunch so decided to take a bit of a walk. Headed down a rather steep pave slope from our building on my regular walking path on campus. About half way down this hill I passed a goose who noticeable did not want me there. ( stupid goose) I watched him but really did not feel threatened by this annoying but harmless bird from our northern neighbors. Must have been easily 10 yards past him when I turned to look and surprisingly observed him CHARGING me! I was just out for a quiet walk at lunchtime. Walking down this steep slope I turned - somewhat walking backwards - to kick at and shew this Canadian away. ( by the way, I was shod with steel toes shoes, which are required at my work). Well, what do you know, I tripped over my own steel toed shod feet. Instantly, I felt the worst pain rushing through my nervous system that I had ever felt in my entire life! Stinkin' Canadian! Practically had to crawl back to my car while writhing in very serious pain. After lying in my car for about 15 minutes, the pain subsided enough for me to drive my self to the emergency room. Okay, this story is dragging on. As it turned out, I tore two ligaments full thickness and one partial in my right shoulder. Now 3 months later, surgery on 8 May, 7 weeks in a sling and 5 weeks of therapy... I still can't lift my arm to adjust the volume on my car radio - least not without pain! Stupid, stupid Canadians: go home!