Don’t laugh. Yesterday, I fell flat on my face. Literally. Outside the Makati Sports Club. (Breathe in, breathe out). It was a moment that will forever be unedited in my mind — of my foot suddenly giving way underneath me, my bag, books and phone flying in every direction and a voice that…well…sounded like mine screeching in a very undignified manner! I couldn’t immediately determine which one got hurt more — my poor legs or my poor pride.
After taking a few steps like a drunken dragon, I embraced a nearby concrete wall like it was my best friend. I couldn’t breathe and I was dizzy. A security guard who had a very kind face loomed over my head and asked me if I was alright.
“Can you walk, ma’am? Would you like some water?” he hovered over me like a concerned grandma.
I think I croaked that yes, I would appreciate some water. At which point, he walked over to two strangers in their car across the street who saw the whole thing and who offered a bottle of mineral water.
Glug, glug, glug. Gradually, I felt better. Whew. I weakly said thanks to the guard and to the two ladies and slowly started to walk away, still dizzy and with bruises on my legs.
In my mind, I was whispering words of gratitude for kindness from strangers. How glad I was they heeded the call from Father to be there at that moment, with a bottle of water!
