I was outside taking a mid-morning break when an older gentleman walked out of the store.
I watch the people around me and notice things. It’s a good habit.
This gentleman was wearing a heavy coat, red baseball cap, grey running shorts reminiscent of Army PT gear, flip flops, and socks. His gait wasn’t the steadiest. I thought that better footwear would be a good thing for him the way he was walking because one little slip off the curb and…
There he went. Straight to his right side, luckily not hitting his head but knocking the glasses from his face. The chicken and book he was carrying went flying. Embarrassing for anyone but for a man, especially older, this is a strike to the ego.
And I did something I’m ashamed of, and you’re thinking I laughed.
And if you’ve been reading this blog for long, you’ll know why I hesitated.
People. I don’t like being around people much, but I enjoy people—especially the elderly because they have so many stories and a lifetime of those stories to tell.
They’ve existed, like I have, in a time before social media and things like smartphones. We were connected to a world that didn’t have a signal. We were connected through actual relationships to people. Some of us still are.
I hesitated because, in this litigious society, you can have the best of intentions and still end up neck-deep in trouble you don’t want just by doing the right thing.
I don’t care; I still do the right thing. I just hate that I hesitated for a fraction of a second.
I ran over, and after a couple of tries, we got him back on his feet.
“Are you okay?”I asked.
“Yeah. That’s the second time this week.”
I’m thinking it’s only Monday.
“Thanks for helping. People don’t anymore,” he said.
People should. Maybe if we all did, it would make the world a better place.
People see what you do. Positive things people see others do can have a positive influence.
Someone’s always watching. You might think I’m talking about God, which is true.
But I’ve got someone else watching and learning from me. I can’t let him down.
That’s it. That’s the post.