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The fall

The fall - Lawrence Condon

While I was out today to run some errands, I ran into an indigenous woman. I literally ran into her. She lost her balance and fell down. I felt horrible because of it. I stretched my arm and helped her come up. I was afraid she might have broken a bone or got hurt badly. She had a nasty fall.

When I looked at her face, I saw she was in her early twenties. She was wearing a funny looking hat. Funny towards ugly, I would say, but who am I to judge? To each his own. She thanked me for giving her a hand, but I knew that she still kept a tooth against me. She had every right. I was solely responsible for her earlier accident.

Feeling obliged to do more than simply saying I was sorry, I offered to give her a ride to her destination, wherever that was. I was worried she might slip and fall on ice or snow. I knew that I had a high chance of having my offer rejected, but I still hoped she wouldn’t.

The moment I heard myself talking and inviting her to step into my car, I told myself that only weirdos would make such a proposal. In my mind it looked like a scene from a sitcom. I tried not to smile or laugh. Otherwise she would have definitely thought I was a sort of creep.

To my surprise she accepted. More precisely she nodded her head. Then she asked me where my “char” was. She was speaking with a very heavy French accent. I mostly guessed what she was saying. I opened the passenger door and helped her get in. That’s when I noted that her strange accent was probably due to her super inflamed red gums.

While I was driving she explained that she was on her way to the dentist. She was supposed to do a Gums treatment Boisbriand with a specialist. She added that she was having a terrible pain because of the inflammation. Apparently it had started out of nowhere.

Since I could not relate to her experience and I did not wish her to experience more pain, I told her she did not need to talk. Again, I had the feeling of being a character in a sitcom. Luckily she understood what I meant and kept quiet for the rest of the drive. 

Although I was tempted to address her lot of questions regarding her ethnicity, I was silent. Yes, she was the first indigenous person that I have ever met. 


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