It was a slippery, slidy day on the streets, and everyone’s eyes were focused on their own feet. Mine, too. But as I was scanning the slush and puddles at the corner, trying to pick the best route, I heard a plaintive little cry: “Help! Will somebody please help me?”
And there she was, trying to make her way from the street to the sidewalk: she was in no danger, just sort of stuck. An older woman, bright yellow mittens sticking straight out, hoping for a hand. A couple of people slowed, or ignored her altogether — probably they pictured her bringing them both down.
I figured what the hell — I’m still a little too young to break a hip, but she wasn’t. So I tossed my bag down into the snow, reached across to this trembling little lady, and pulled her ashore. It was next to nothing on my part, but you should have seen the relief on her face.