As I was crossing the street to get to my car (They make us park way out in the boonies now while the entryway is under construction) A group of missionaries was also crossing to go to the soccer field. A cute missionary stepped up beside me.
Missionary: I'm right here with ya', Ma'am.
I looked at him and smiled.
Missionary: This is my good deed for the day.
Me: Oh, you're helping a little old lady across the street! It's your good turn daily!
Missionary: Yes, Ma'am. (with a mile wide smile)
Me: Thank you very much. I really appreciate this.
I did appreciate it. What he didn't know was that a couple days before I tripped and fell while crossing the street. We reached the other side and he and his companions took off running through the parking lot to the soccer field. Ya' just gotta love these missionaries.
I didn't hurt anything but my dignity in the fall.
Taking A Break
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1 comment:
How sweet. I am glad that you didn't hurt yourself too bad. I confess that dignity is almost more painful than scraping your knee though...believe me. I know.
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