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1st December
written by LS Girl

I was running down the street (for exercise), and  saw a man fall. What complicated matters, was that he had a gas-powered weed whacker flailing around in one hand – and it was still running.

I ripped off my earphones and approached, asking if he was okay.  He said he had fallen down before, and it was clear he was embarrassed about the spill. He smiled nervously and motioned that he could stand up on his own, but needed a moment.  I looked around and made small talk, taking the focus away from him as he continued to remain motionless on the ground.

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“Nice view from here; I never realized you could see the water from this street.”  He nodded and looked towards the beach.

Slowly, he began to collect himself and stand up, brushing away the debris from his legs, side, and knees.

“Thank you,” he said. “One, for not laughing and two, for stopping.”

The reality of what had just happened was sinking in.  He was alone, with a potentially dangerous device in his hands, and he couldn’t stand up.

“I fell down once,” I told him.  “I was running, and no one stopped to help me.  People were out in their yards doing things, watering plants, playing catch, and I just lay there, bleeding.  The cars swerved around my inconvenient heap of a body.”

Explaining that I had fallen in front of people and that I’d promised myself I’d never want happened to me to happen to someone else, made him realize that I didn’t feel sorry for him.  My motivations for stopping were actually selfish. I was keeping a promise to myself.

We chatted a moment and laughed together at our follies.  He went back to the curb and I reset my running app and headed off down the road. Perhaps we both felt embarrassed yet hopeful; I know I did.

We can focus on the guy that intentionally falls down and lures an innocent jogger to his side for reasons criminal in nature, or we can focus on stories like this, because either way, we are creating our own reality and perception of the kind of world we live in.  Be kind, and be safe.


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  1. Dan

    That’s kinda like what happened last fall when I was breaking in a new chair and was on the verge of doing a back-flip with a half-twist out of that chair as I negotiated a steep corner curb cut onto a sidewalk that has always busted my ass. A ten or 12-year-old girl with curly red hair and freckles appeared out of the setting sun and asked me if I would like some help. Apparently, she and her mom had been observing me struggling from their front yard about six houses away, across a busy street. Teetering on the precipice of the concrete monstrosity on two wheels and grinning, I accepted this young lady’s offer and asked for one good push to help me get all four wheels up onto the sidewalk. After a quick, coordinated push, I was on safe ground again and thanked this young person for the kindness she had shown a stranger. She flashed a winning smile and then walked into the sunset where mom was waiting for her. After waving goodbye to both of them, I pushed myself home in the twilight, once again reassured with the knowledge that there are many good people in my small universe.

    By offering to help me, that girl was giving me a gift. I could have let my stubbornness or embarrassment get in the way and created an awkward situation by saying, “No thanks, I’ll manage” (I would have, eventually). But, as I’ve come to understand over the years, a gift offered with no ulterior motives deserves to be rewarded, not rejected. Thus, accepting that girl’s gift affirmed in her that she is a person of value who possesses the ability to help others. That was my gift to her.

  2. 27/03/2014

    This is a perfect, real-world example of why the blog post was written! Thank you for sharing this beautiful story. Please keep on writing and sharing… you are a great writer – You should start your own blog!