There are still good people out there.
On my drive to school this morning, I saw an older gentleman (perhaps in his 70s/80s?) walking on the sidewalk towards an intersection. He tripped on a curb, fell forward, and remained flat on the sidewalk. Thankfully, he did not fall into the street. I don’t want to think about the what ifs.
Immediately, I pulled into the adjacent parking lot and ran to him. I was joined by three other witnesses. The man knew where he was headed, but he (understandably) needed time to get his bearings. Together, we called for help, secured the area, and stayed with him until professionals arrived. The man had a few cuts and scratches, but we were told he was going to be alright. We wished each other well and parted ways.
It was a scary situation, but I’m grateful to know there are still good people out there. I’m glad they stepped in.
Fear is having to pour 300-mL of molten LB/agar
from a 500-mL flask (using Hot Hands) with one hand
into a 12-plate-high column of petri dishes
one by one
by lifting the the bottom-most lid
(and, therefore, the 11 upper dishes, too)
WITH THE OTHER HAND
filling the lowest dish and proceeding up the column similarly.
I DIDN’T SPILL IT
AND THE COLUMN DID NOT COLLAPSE