Hey there, time traveller!
This article was published 6/10/2011 (1889 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
Coming from the North End, I know a lot of people don’t often expect a helping hand or to see a friendly face.
I was certainly one of them when on my way home from school about 6 p.m., I hit a small pile of sand on my bike. My bike skidded and I face-planted on the corner of Aikins Street and Pritchard Avenue.
It was messy. My face and knees were very badly scraped, I broke a tooth and was pretty shaken up.
To my surprise, many people stopped and asked if I was OK, and I’d like to sincerely thank them all.
The most touching of all was a lady named Beverley, a self-proclaimed "neighborhood mom," her daughter Melissa and Dan. Not only were they the first people to come help me, but they came prepared with wipes, band aids, gauze and Polysporin.
When my cellphone wasn’t working, Beverley and Melissa brought my bike and me back to their nearby home to use their phone to call my mom. They were extremely comforting while I waited.
I’m now home from the hospital and in much better condition, and I have no doubt that without Beverley, Melissa and Dan, it would have been a far worse experience.
I cannot express my gratitude, and I hope you all take care!
— Margaret Banka