Superhuman Reflexes, Part 2

A few years ago I shared a pet please post about how good it feels when you catch something with superhuman reflexes. I’ve recently witnessed this twice and wanted to write down the stories before I forgot. They both involve Megan.

The first happened on the yacht. Staircases on the yacht are steep, narrow, and nicely carpeted. We always used the handrail when walking down them, but at different times, both Megan and I slipped and fell (feet first).

I was waiting at the bottom of one such staircase when Megan carefully walked down holding a very full drink. Her foot slipped, and within milliseconds she bumped down 5 stairs and landed at the bottom.

Fortunately, she was okay. Amazingly, so was the drink! I still don’t know how she did it, but she managed to hold onto the drink and keep it upright for the entire tumble–only a few drops splashed onto the wooden floor at the base of the staircase.

The second happened this past weekend at a Christmas Secret Santa party. There was a glass of water on the table between Megan and me that I was aware of, but when someone handed me my gift in a bag, the bag swung in a way I didn’t expect and hit the glass of water.

Somehow, Megan’s hand shot out of nowhere and instinctively caught the glass before it fell. Again, this happened incredibly fast. I’ve played it over and over in my head, and I don’t know how she did it, but I’m so relieved she did (the water would have gone everywhere).

I love seeing feats like this, and I’d love hear about yours if you’ve experienced any lately!

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  1. I remember back in high school, someone had grabbed a book from the table and knocked a can of Coke off the table and I reached out and grabbed it…when I recall the situation, the can seemed to hover (ala Wylie E. Coyote) in mid-air for an extraordinarily long period of time.

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