helping hand
Submitted by DD, Connecticut
A few years ago, I was walking across East Elm Street after a chemotherapy treatment, and I tripped and fell badly on the curb. I was laying on the sidewalk, bleeding from my head and knees, worrying because I take Coumadin. A few people just walked by, but then an older couple stopped and helped me. They wanted to call the police, but I asked if they could just help me get up so I could ensure I was okay and not dizzy, though I was bleeding and had a big bump. I asked for their name and contact information so that I could thank them for their help, but they said no, that as long as I was okay and happy, that is enough thanks.”
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