I fell on the street in Center City Philadelphia, yesterday.
I literally landed on my face. My left shoulder and elbow and both hands are bruised and sore today.
What isn’t sore today is my heart. In fact, it is full of thanks for the kindness shown to me by two strangers, two women. Both rushed to my side as I lay on the road. Both reached to help me up. Both smiled, murmured words of kindness and gentility and both helped pick up my purse and the things that flew from it when I landed.
A piece of the gingerbread I was taking to my doctor’s office fell on the street, just one piece. I asked if the “…:30 second rule” applied. Then immediately said no – not on a Philadelphia street. We all laughed. They helped brush the cinders off my face and shoulder and tentatively asked if I was okay. One of them walked me into the medical building where Dr. Uberti Benz’s (my dermatologist and another angel) office is.
What exceptional people. What exceptional women. Neither was in health care; both were seeing their own doctors. I think both were angels sent to lift me up off the street, sent to touch my soul with theirs.
Sometimes it takes a fall, literal or figurative, to remind you that 99% of the people who share this planet with you are good and kind and caring.