I have written before about Falls I have Taken. I don’t like to worry my kids, but when they get a little older (how many times in their lives have I used that intro?) they will find that senior adults just fall from time to time. The idea is: try to not get hurt, break your glasses, or chip your teeth.
As we age, our balance isn’t as good as it once was. Persons of all ages have these moments when they trip, dance a few steps, then recover their balance. Old people don’t do that. They do a little dance and then hit the ground.
I did that this morning on the way to the mailbox. Don’t know what I tripped on, walking down the sidewalk I have traveled most every day for the 13 years I have lived in this house. But I knew I was going down. My knees hit, then the palms of my hands, then I rolled forward to kiss the concrete just enough to bite my lip. I sat up, preparing to stand. I can get up. It just ain’t pretty.
All this took just seconds to happen and suddenly I was startled by the screech of tires. A red jeep on Center Street stopped, threw it in reverse and backed into my side street. The woman in the passenger seat rolled down her window.
“I’m okay.” I said. And, hands and feet on the ground, I stuck my bottom in the air and stood.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I just tripped. Thanks for stopping.”
She nodded and rolled up the window. I continued to the mailbox as they slowly drove away.
I have two very skinned knees and a small bite inside my lower lip. My wrists feel sprained but I have so much carpel tunnel syndrome, who’s to know?
I keep thinking about the couple who stopped, certain I had an emergency, willing to be the Good Samaritan.
I am thankful to live in a small town where people care about people.