We Cling Like Barnacles on a Boat

An old lady fell outside McDonalds today. There is a large gap between the ground and the parking lot lining, and unable to lift her leg high enough to step over into the lot, she fell right onto her side. There was no one around and I was stuck on the bus, looking at the scene from afar. She remained on the floor, yelling, but I could not hear from behind the windows.

I screamed to my mother over the phone that I had to get off the bus to help. My burst of concern alarmed the medical student sitting in front of me, looking at guts in a textbook.The seats surrounding me looked back to see what I was fussing about. There was no one to help her and I wanted to hoist her to her feet, but my bus kept driving farther away.

Angels.

Angels, I thought. Come.

And out of nowhere, there was a tall man in sneakers and shorts, extending his hand to lift her to her feet. I hadn't seen anyone around within 20 feet of the fall. He came out of nowhere and in this moment I knew how quickly answers come when you ask.

In a frantic state, my plea was answered.

And while I am in transition, from one job to another and looking out into the large abyss of the unknown, I anxiously embrace the mystery of it all. And while I plan my life, life falls before me. The not knowing part would be to anyone, extremely scary and far to great of a risk to give up the job that pays the rent and puts food in our bellies. But today, what is the greater risk, I ask? To fall on my ass, and have the angels lift me to a ground I can confidently and lovingly stand on. I will take that risk.

Love is all around. It is present when we fall on our asses and when we decide how we will react when we are lifted to the ground, by a kind stranger or by the will of our own to keep on keeping on.

When the lady was lifted to her feet, she brushed off the grass surrounding her bottom, and lifted her hands into the air, laughing.

She knows.