I fell, hard today while walking. It hurt, it took me a minute to collect myself.
An elderly couple came over to me – she had a cane. They helped me up, helped me grab my things, asked if I was ok and told me to be careful. The woman told me she knew what it was like to fall because she had mobility issues. I thanked them, said I’d be more careful, and walked away.
In 2008 I ran the philly half marathon. I was in the wrong section when it was starting, so I hopped the fence. I fell and broke my finger. Several people saw me fall, I saw them turn around. No one asked if i was ok or offered to help me up.
That finger needed surgery, 2 metal pins, and 6 months of PT to work right again.
But I ran the race anyway that day. In 2 hours and 9 minutes.
And I remembered that race and that no help was offered.
But I’m really grateful for that woman today.
And it’s those moments that keep me going.
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