I still have a scab that's healing.

I fell in a pothole in a parking lot at night.  I felt afraid. I skinned my knees. I couldn't seem to move my body very well right away. 

Two young Latino men, one on foot, and one in a car, at a respectful distance, asked if I was okay, and asked if I could get up. I said yes. I would be okay.

I picked myself up. I went into the restaurant and I told the waitress about the pothole, and I showed it to her so it would get fixed.