Saturday, October 27, 2018


Today my dad fell and hit both his knees on the ground while going for a walk with me at our local swap meet. As soon as he fell, the people around him stopped to ask if he was okay. People were speaking Spanish, English, and Vietnamese. One man picked him up and let him sit on an icebox. One man asked all kinds of questions to make sure he was okay and asked if we needed to call the ambulance. The people were very kind.
“The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.”