Oh I had my excuses- I had to find my keys, I got stuck talking to people- but mostly it was just a slow morning & I just didn’t feel any need or desire to rush. I didn’t hop on my bike until I’d normally already be at work but I didn’t worry too much about that; I just enjoyed the ride.
About halfway there I spotted a woman on the road ahead who had dropped her groceries. “Do you need help?” I called out.
“Yes, please.” She answered. So I paused and bent to pick up her bags that seeped creamy iced coffee from broken bottles. Blood poured from her clenched hand. So pragmatically, I sent her inside to wash it off. Her neighbor came across the street to help so I delegated the bag carrying to him while I parked my bike in her open garage. That sweet man brought in her trashcan while he was at it and then offered to take her to the hospital. It was a good thing too cause I don’t think she was quite feeling up to riding on my handlebars.
While we waited for her neighbor to grab his car, she had me fetch her phone from the back room of her house so she could call the people who were supposed to come cut her trees and tell them that they could still come; she just wouldn’t be there.
“I’m shaking,” she said when she hung up.
“Of course you are, you’re in shock.” I replied and made her drink some water.
“How can I ever repay you?”
“You can’t. Pay it forward.”
When she finally climbed into her neighbor’s car, she gave me a hug and called me an angel. And you know, that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.