I only had to walk two blocks from my house before I reached an indoor walkway that would take me almost right to my job at the art gallery. I almost didn’t make those two initial blocks. I had to shuffle along one foot at a time on the slick surface. Then I reached a slanted driveway. I inched my way onto it but it had a slight incline and every time I gingerly put a foot forward I slid right back. I was stuck! I was so scared I’d fall if I took a bigger stride forward so I just stood there.
There were some workers across the street cleaning up tree branches that had snapped off with the weight of the ice. One of the workers saw my predicament, crossed the street and offered me his arm. He walked me to the cobblestone sidewalk ahead and stood with me till I had stabilized myself by hanging onto the building beside me. I thanked him and told him what a kind gentleman he was.
I managed to make it to work on time only to discover one of my young colleagues hadn’t arrived because she had slipped on the ice on her way to the art gallery, had broken her ankle and was now in a hospital emergency room. I felt so sorry for her! Apparently it wasn’t only seniors like me who’d had trouble on the icy sidewalks.
Thank goodness for that kind and courteous city worker who came to my rescue!