Today I join my fellow bloggers in "serving up a slice"
to the Tuesday Slice of Life (SOL) community.
Thanks to Stacey, Betsy, Dana, Beth, Kathleen, Deb, Lisa, and Melanie
I looked both ways before pulling out of our lane, intent on a couple of quick errands after school. That's when I noticed a young man and his bicycle stopped by the side of the road. He peered at his knee as the bright red blood oozed from a scrape and dripped down his leg. I pulled over, got out of my car, and offered my help. He recognized me. (When you substitute teach in a small community, the students often know you.) I could tell he was struggling to stay composed and not lose it.
I kept my distance, but explained that I lived nearby and could get him whatever he needed. Bandaids? Some water? A cell phone to call home? He replied that a nice man had already stopped and had gone for needed supplies. I decided to wait with him. Who knew about this "nice man"? And as a concerned member of the neighborhood, I wanted to see who had cared enough to help.
Imagine my surprise when a few moments later, the "nice man" appeared across the road with wet paper towels, dry paper towels, and bandaids in hand. I breathed a sigh of relief as I recognized the mystery man. I could continue on my afternoon errands. I could vouch for this nice man. His identity? My husband! Just as I had left to run to the grocery store and the bookstore, my husband had headed out for a walk and discovered our young friend in need. So glad that I live with this nice man!