We walk every morning. These excursions are usually noneventful, visiting the fishing pier to hear squawking gulls and honking geese, wandering around the marina with its hundreds of lonely yachts, or meandering through residential neighborhoods smelling a barrage of flowers. Our route depends on my energy level, which, because I’m not a morning person and don’t drink coffee, is never high. Needless to say, we don’t walk fast.
Imagine a slug crossing a road.
Given our relatively sedate walking pace, I was taken by surprise when my wife tripped and fell yesterday. Fortunately, I was holding her hand and this grip allowed me to ease her crash onto the sidewalk. Still, she was stunned and started crying as her knee began aching.
As I knelt to comfort my fallen companion, I heard voices.
“Are you okay?”
“Do you need help?”
It seems that two women, driving by separately in their cars, had seen our accident, stopped their vehicles, and hurried over to help.
Fortunately, when the initial shock wore off, my wife was able to stand, gingerly test her knee, and take a few steps.
“Would you like a ride?” offered one woman.
Feeling we would be okay, I thanked the good samaritans for their kindness and they returned to their lives as we slowly continued our walk
I can’t see them, but I take comfort in knowing we are surrounded by good people.
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