I hurry out of the store into the rain, looking for my car in the parking lot. It is dreary and grey and I want to get home a.s.a.p. And that is when my eye caught her, sprawled out on the sidewalk across from me, staring. Our eyes met and I ran to her.

“Are you okay, Ma’am?”

“Well, I don’t know.”

Her glasses are a few feet away on the sidewalk and blood is gushing from her nose and her left hand, which looks a weird purple to me. The rain keeps washing the blood away, but it keeps coming back, from the inside out. Her left shoe is untied.

“You must have slipped on that shoelace,” I say. “Let me tie your shoe.”

A couple of store employees rush out. “We called 911,” the one says.

“Oh, but I’ve got to get home, you know,” the old woman says. “I have to get home before it gets dark.”

She tries to get up but it’s not working. The rain is soaking her. There is blood on the sidewalk now, mixed with little pebbles and rain. It slides down to the street.

“I think you just need to stay here a few minutes,” I say. “Someone will surely take you home.”

oldThe store employees and I stand her up. They convince her to go back in the store and sit a while. Me, I stand there, soaked to the bones on the sidewalk, with a little river of blood at my feet, and I think that I don’t know where my keys are, and I wish I knew that lady’s husband’s phone number so I could tell him about her, and I wonder who will take her home, or will she have to stay in the hospital. I am thinking that she will need stitches, and will it hurt?

And I want to run in the store and say that I will stay with her and go in the ambulance with her and even stay overnight if she needs me. But I feel so foolish, so I retrieve my keys from one of my shopping bags and wonder how they got there. And I go to my car and drive home.

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And at night, I keep thinking about my lady sprawled out on the sidewalk with the blood making little rivers on the stone beneath her, and I marvel at the human heart’s ability to care for people it doesn’t even know. Because I think I know me, and I would say that I am all about me and I only care about people I know and love. But on that sidewalk today, my heart proved me wrong. And I thank God for His work in me.

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