My husband has horrible back problems that give him a lot of pain. When I heard he had fallen twice on icy sidewalks today, I was pretty worried. I think he'll be ok, but he just told me about the first time he fell today. He happened to be putting his hat on, so as he fell, he caught himself, but his hat blew away in the wind. (It is freaking cold around here, the hat is not optional!) At this point, he's not exactly in a position to chase it down. Some nice people further down the sidewalk ran and chased it down for him and brought it to him and made sure he was ok.
Why did that make me want to cry? I have about no faith in humanity left after working with the public for so long. Every now and then, though, something like this happens and you realize that people aren't ALL bad.
Why did that make me want to cry? I have about no faith in humanity left after working with the public for so long. Every now and then, though, something like this happens and you realize that people aren't ALL bad.

Comment