My face is burning after that bike accident today.
People laughed when I crashed. A whole group of people. They all just stood and watched as my body was sprawled out on the road, limbs tangled in the bike.
But two people came, and then another group. I really really wish I could remember the man’s name. It started with an R. But he was the first person there to help me. He made sure I was okay. He helped me up. Checked my injuries, talked to me. He talked to me and just made sure I was okay. He picked up my bike after I was standing and quite obviously not ready to do anything. He fixed the chain on my bike - switching gears and the chain flipping off was the entire cause of the accident. Him and the person that he was with, and the people that came and talked to me and made sure I was okay, I’ll never be able to thank them for stopping. For talking and helping.
I hope to be able to pass on the favor to more people in the future. If we aren’t all here for each other, then what’s the point?