The other day I went outside to get something out of the car. It was cold and I wasn't wearing a coat so I hurried. I was almost back inside when I heard someone shouting and I realized they were trying to get my attention. I turned to see an older lady sitting on the curb opposite our house.
"Help me, please!" she repeated. I rushed across the street, mentally kicking myself for being so caught up in what I was doing and inadvertently ignoring her at first. I asked what she needed and she told me she had fallen and just needed a hand to stand up again. I don't remember if she had a cane or not but after a few minutes of me trying to give her an arm to pull herself up on I realized I wouldn't be able to give her as much support as she needed. I told her to wait right there while I got my husband. (Which was dumb, because what was she going to do, stand up and walk away?!)
Superman came out and was able to get her back on her feet. She said she hadn't had to wait long after her fall. We asked where she lived and if she needed a ride back home.
"No, I'll just continue on," she said. "I'm on a mission to the coffee shop. You see, I had a stroke a few months ago and I'm practicing walking so I'll get my strength back."
So off she went.
I can't help but admire her determination and stamina. Here I am, at 27 years old, and if something similar happened to me I'd likely be so shaken I'd want to go straight back home, where it was "safe." My mind would be dwelling on all the "what ifs" and I would vow to never go walking by myself again.
I want her attitude toward hardship and difficulty. That's a valuable thing to have.