Hey there, time traveller!
This article was published 12/2/2014 (864 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
Last week I was walking our pet dog Daisy on a muddy street where there was a clay and gravel patch. We were close to home, Daisy gave the occasional tug on the leash to get around a spot and pulled me through the clay and gravel patch.
There was no deep water left, but the clay bottom was slippery, and I started to lose my balance as I was facing a strong wind. I was bent over as I was leaning quite hard when all of a sudden I found myself slipping on the wet clay.
I tumbled forward and fell on my face. I still held on to Daisy’s leash and struggled to get up. I was getting dirty and looking quite a sight, I am sure.
Fortunately, a vehicle was coming. Seeing my predicament, the driver stopped and came over to help me stand up. He asked if I needed help getting home.
We live just across the street and Daisy took a shortcut to the back door of the house where Terry, my Good Samaritan friend, waited until I let myself in.
Thank you, Terry. In spite of my nose bleed, I have no serious bruises and am healed up on some small scratches to my forehead. Nothing seriously hurt except my pride.
Good luck to you in your endeavours. The World needs more people like you.
— William (Bill) Kozyra, Beausejour