Fell into a parking lot pothole tonight and hurt my ankle but it got better quickly. Also skinned my knees. As I sat on the ground recovering, two people checked on me to see if I was okay. Two young men, actually. One of them asked me if I needed help standing up. Humanity was functioning at basic humane decency levels. After I got up, I was able to go back inside the diner and tell the server about the hole. (They said to each other: Que paso? Se cayo.) And I showed it to her, because I hope it gets filled in. I was on a jury in the past when an older woman with diabetes broke her ankle and her health was severely impacted by a pothole, or in her case it was actually a tree well that wasn't kept up to standard. The second half of my dinner was not ruined even though it fell with me and got a little messy. But there was a bag around the to-go container. So I shared it when I got home. And took a shower and squirted peroxide on the wounds at the end...Ow, that was painful. But there's something about tending to oneself after a fall that has a nurturing quality to it.
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