So. Apparently I have issues with walking now. Crossing the street at a red light today I twisted my ankle and nearly fell out right there in the middle of the intersection. Now albeit, we’re talking small town…Mayberry small…so it’s not like I was in any danger of being run over or causing a massive traffic jam or anything like that.  There are exactly two traffic lights in my entire town, this being one of them. So, yeah. We’re Small Town, USA.  But still. Not exactly something you want to have happen, falling out in the middle of an intersection, even if it is a one-horse-town.

I made it across the street okay – I mean, if I hadn’t, we’d be having a completely different conversation as I’d be dead from embarrassment and it’s sort of hard to carry on a conversation with dead people. Unless I was a zombie.  But even then, all I’d be able to do is grunt and groan and maybe, if you follow the newer movies, screech.  I guess we’d have to resort to charades. And I suck at charades. So all in all, while my ankle and foot hurt like hell, the situation ended well.  Ha!  Made a rhyme AND I’m not a zombie.  All is good with the world.

Anyway, as soon as it happened, my mind immediately went into overdrive because the last thing I wanted to do was to be stuck there, in the middle of this freakin’ intersection with a sprained ankle, or just as bad, my back going out because of the sudden jolt of panic and weird ballet contortion maneuver I did to keep from falling, which essentially would cement me to the spot, and all because my feet decided they didn’t want to walk right today.

I would love to blame a rock, a pebble, a lift in the asphalt, anything to save my pride. But there was nothing. It was all flat ground, with nary a minute obstacle in sight. My feet just decided to play with me.  “Oh hey, she’s having a pretty good day today, she’s getting cocky with that happy attitude of hers, can’t let that happen. Let’s see what we can do to torment this socially awkward introvert.  I know!  We’ll wait until she’s in the middle of an intersection, in front of loads of people, and then just twist for no reason whatsoever and watch her fall on her face.”

For me, the embarrassment is worse than pain, so I immediately kept walking, which probably wasn’t a good thing, and I ended up having to lean against the building right across the road to catch my breath and say a few choice curse words…the ones my mother hates to hear.

And I tell you all this story to tell you this story:  My faith in humanity is restored at least for today. Tomorrow some schmuck will come along and screw it up. But for today I was thinking that not all people are bad.  For as I lay there against the building muttering my colorful epithets, this lovely individual — a compassionate and kind lady, who no doubt had better things to do and more interesting places to be, stopped to ask me if I was okay.  She saw me misstep and wanted to see if I was hurt and needed help.

Now this may not seem like much to some people, but then you think about the fact that she had a choice; she could have just as easily driven on, like everyone else did safe in the knowledge of their own self-centered tunnel vision that at least that crazy woman didn’t fall down in the road, so she must be fine and after all, they have to be somewhere that’s not here wondering about someone who apparently can’t even walk a straight, flat line. She could’ve slowed down and looked to assure herself that all was well, as perhaps others did (I don’t know, I was distracted by coming up with new sentence combinations that would’ve impressed a well-traveled Sailor). But no. Nothing would do but for her to actually pull over and stop…to reach out to another person, to be compassionate and empathetic, to offer her help and more importantly, her time.

So despite my foot trying to kill me through its sheer lack of competence or desire to be bothered with its job (you had one job!), my day got right back on track due to this nice lady I didn’t even know from Adam.  You just don’t see this type of everyday humanity much anymore. At least not around here. She must be from out-of-town.

17 thoughts on “Twisted

  1. Such a funny story and I’m SO glad you aren’t a Zombie. Really, knowing that is such a relief. Glad your foot and ankle are okay. Also glad a nice person asked if you needed help. People sue a lot now days and that stops people from helping sometimes, so that was nice. The thing I can’t get over is that you only have two stoplights. Wow. That’s like a little town under the Christmas tree.

    • Yeah me too. I wouldn’t want to be a zombie, I couldn’t stand to eat brains. Ewww! Yeah, we’re a small little town surrounded by farmland. Not too far from a major hub and other larger places, but for itself, it’s small town USA. LOL

      • Hope your all better and yes, brains are not on the menu…ever, especially while still in the persons cranium. Blah and even Ketchup won’t help in that situation. Are there cows by you? If you drive way, way, out in the country we can see horses and sometimes cows. It’s so nice. I don’t get out that far often but when I do I love to see all the animals.

        • We do have cows and horses. They’re big on 4-H here. Lots and lots of chickens…factory farm raised. Ugh. Perdue has a huge stake here. Sadly, the cows are either dairy cows or beef cattle. One place by me that claims to be an organic farm selling beef cattle states “home of the happy cow.” Which I find ironic. I mean how happy can they be when they end up dead?

  2. Glad to hear you’re all right! Usually in a battle between human and pavement, the pavement reigns supreme. Also glad to hear that there are still good samaritans out there. They’re an endangered species these days. Most people would probably stop only to take a picture and upload it to Instagram.

    *Slides phone into pocket.*

  3. I love the fact someone stopped while you were leaning against the building. 🙂 This would make me believe in goodness in humanity.
    I wish I could make you feel this is how life for all of us goes, we trip, we bump into coffee tables, we drop dishes. . .
    The “Mom in me” has to ask~ did you put frozen peas or ice your foot and ankle? Did you elevate your foot? Wendy, hope you feel better and have a great weekend.

    • Thank you for your concern! I didn’t put peas on it, though I do that for bruises and such! I did elevate it however for a while as I sat and worked. It was a little sore for a couple of days but mostly just my pride was hurt. 😀

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