Once again I find myself stumbling into a blog post that I didn’t have planned or scheduled but it is something that I wanted to document, not only as a reminder for myself but also so that it is something that people might read and make them think a little more about, should they find themselves in a similar situation.
Last week was half term for us and I went away with my Little Man to Torquay for a few days. Torquay is a favourite place of ours to visit in the UK and is somewhere we usually visit each year. This time though, the husband didn’t have enough holiday and so we went with my parents.
All was going really well and the day before we were due to come home, was no different. That is until I took a nasty fall in the street and fell onto my knees into the road.
It all happened so fast. One minute I was walking along, hand in hand with my little boy on the way to Tesco and the next minute I was falling face first with no way of stopping myself. I hit the floor hard on both knees and the pain that soared through me was excruciating. I winded myself and my entire body took the impact because I hurt all over. I thought I was going to pass out.
Before I knew it I had two or three people coming up to me asking if I was okay. I couldn’t even answer them I was that disorientated. Seconds later a man came over and he said to me “We’ve got to get you out of the road, in the count of three I’m going to lift you up and we’re going to do it in one go”. Moments later I was hoisted up and I was being moved over to a nearby bench where I could sit down.
Before I knew where I was and what I was doing, the man had gone and the other people were checking I was okay. By this point, my parents had arrived from the nearby coffee shop I had left them in. We weren’t far away from there when the fall happened and I could see the entrance. At the moment I thought I was going to pass out I remember saying to the Little Man, go and get Nanny and Grandad. I didn’t want him to see me pass out and be left with a bunch of strangers and I knew I could watch him to the door. He was so brave and he ran to them straight away so I knew he was safe.
Thankfully, I didn’t pass out and the minute I saw my Mum I burst into tears. Why do we still do that?!
The purpose of this post isn’t to gain sympathy, but to point out that my faith in human kindness has been restored.
I was on my own with my little boy when I fell and because of those three strangers, we were kept safe. I had no idea I was in the middle of the road when it happened and would likely have stayed there on the floor because I was in that much pain. A kind stranger got me out of the road and out of harm’s way. If he hadn’t, I may not even be here to write the story had a car been coming up the road and hit me.
No doubt, many others walked on by. Some probably had a laugh at my expense when they saw me fall (we’ve all been there). But some didn’t think twice to stop and help and for that, I will be eternally grateful.
So next time I see something similar happen to someone else, I will be the first to drop everything and do everything I can to help, because now I know how it feels and now I know how grateful that person will be.
Have you ever been in this position? Perhaps you’ve helped a stranger, or have been on the receiving end of the kindness of strangers? Let me know in the comments.
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