Well I thought that I'd continue on with the happenings behind my my Summer Curse, but before I get to that, I just realized how bad my manners have gotten. I never said happy New Year. Eh, kind of pointless now, huh? Anyway, onto the latest happening of my lovely Summer Curse.
It was on the last day of the school year in 2010, and I wouldn't be seeing my friend for a while. After walking with her to her train station, I'd retraced my steps back to my station. Beginning down the stairs and staying next to the hand rail, which had become a habit do to my many accidents, I conveniently slipped on some garbage that a fellow citizen felt too lazy to carry to its proper disposal area. Had I not been near the hand rail and been able to grab hold of it, I might have been in some serious trouble. It's a good thing that I wasn't. When I fell, I cried out in pain slightly and let out some tears, but that was it. I felt that I was okay. Until I tried to get up and start walking.
Many people saw me fall and injure myself. Everyone kept on walking and did not even bother with a glance in my direction. I sat there in shock, attempting to compose myself and barely comprehending somewhere in the back of my mind that I should call my mother or somebody for help. Then, a man ran down next to me and asked me if I was okay and even what happened. I was so grateful for just that little bit of consideration. Once I told him what the issue was he asked if I had anyone to call for help and if I needed a phone. While I called, he left saying he would get some ice, I thought maybe a small amount, but he returned with two full bags of ice for my foot.
Afterwards, he helped me up the stairs when he learned that no one would be able to pick me up. And when I asked if he could help me get into a taxi so I could get home, he did so even going so far as to pay for the entire fare for me. At first I was hesitant when taking assistance from this strange man, but he was very kind, telling me of his girlfriend and how she had injured her leg as well the month before. I'm quite sure that I may have made that kind man late to wherever it was that he was going, and for that I am very sorry. But, what I do regret even more is that I will never be able to properly say thank you to that kind Samaritan.
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