The nitty-gritty things for the show were stressing me out (again), so I gave myself permission to not worry about them this week. Instead, a few more story squares were worked on, and I'm calm again (for now).
This morning I had planned to go to the grocery store at ten. After the morning rush, before the lunch crowd, and knowing the library would be open by the time I headed home. At nine I suddenly had the feeling that I should go Now. Five minutes later, a few blocks from home, I came upon an accident involving a scooter and a car that had happened moments before.
The young man was stumbling and trying to move his bike out of the road. Being the daughter/sister/aunt of fire fighter and EMT folks, I pulled over and got out to help. While convincing him to sit down, he looked at me and said, "Were you my teacher?" Looking him in the face, I recognized E. right away. He was the sweetest boy, who struggled to get his poetic thoughts down on paper. We had spent many hours working one-on-one together on his writing more than ten years ago.
The accident happened right in front of the house of the woman who hit him. We settled him on the porch, moved his bike, she brought him a blanket, and us tea, while we waited for his dad to come. His dad arrived, and the two of us got the bike into his pickup. As they were leaving to get him checked out at the ER, I gave E. my phone number, asking him to let me know if he was ok, and then I headed to the store (at ten o'clock).
He texted later saying he has a torn ligament in his knee, and also how scared he was when it happened, and how it helped to suddenly see a familiar face. He is still a sweetheart.
Some of the "just the right" cloths and threads are from the makings of Jude, Tina, and Deb.