I love to report on good-deed-doers.
This morning as Alice was making pancakes, I told her I was going out to get the newspaper, one of my little morning chores.
Leaving the front door I saw the paper on the ground under the tree in the parkway where the ground rises a little and there are exposed roots. Using my cane I got down the stairs and onto the sidewalk, but I didn’t take enough notice of the ground and went down on my face.
By now I think everyone knows that an old guy lacks the strength and agility to get himself up after a fall. In warm weather, windows open, I would have called for Alice, but I knew she would miss me eventually. It was only a little chilly this morning and I knew there would be passing cars, dog-walkers, others who would notice the old man down.
A couple of cars went by; a young man walked by on the other side of the street; I’m acquainted with him, don’t think he notices anything.
The the breakfast cook remember me, She hurried out the front door in her robe. In previous falls, Alice has been able to raise me with a handlock and a good pull. Not this time.
Then two things happened at once.
— A car stopped along the curb about 30 feet away and a brown-faced young woman in scrubs started to get out. I waved at her.
— I felt strong arms close around my chest from behind and heard a voice say, “Relax” as he put me on my feet. I turned around and saw a stocky man about 50. I thanked him several times and shook his hand and he walked to his car.
The girl in scrubs watched Alice and me until we had gotten safely in the house.
Alice makes good pancakes, serves them with little sausages, and Canadian maple syrup from a jug marked with a price about the same as pretty good whiskey.