Thank you is too small a word for how grateful I am for two young moms and their little girl.
They picked me up off my knees after a terrible face-plant on the cement curb by my car at East Beach Marina.
I couldn’t see for the profuse bleeding, but remember the long, dark hair of the one who cradled me on her lap when I asked if I could get off my knees.
They were so quick to call the ambulance, even as I protested. They tried to stop the bleeding and called my friend, Bev, who has an extra set of my keys.
They even thought to take care of my parking ticket. The paramedic was very calming, kind and friendly. I will never forget the kind, but frightened face of the little girl as they closed the ambulence door.
“I hope you feel better,” she said.
I am better all better, dear, but you should have seen me. I looked like a big racoon with two big plum-coloured
bags under my eyes and just one tiny stich on my nose.
Bev took a picture, so now we can laugh when I am all better.
Lois Wood, White Rock