Stairs and Stares


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6 090


Anyone who lives, have lived, or knows anything about Morgantown, West Virginia knows that everywhere you turn there is another hill or staircase. On top of the constant slopes around the town is the weather that accompanies it--hard winters, heavy winds, and lots of rain. It's perfect. On this particular evening, a mix of rain and snow and just a little bit of hail was falling from the sky. This winter-y mix created a layer of glass over the ground which ultimately turned walking into ice skating. For some reason, I was in quite a hurry to get home and either I forgot about the ice under my feet or I pretended not to notice. As I was walking down a set of long, twisting stairs that litter the West Virginia University campus, I took a heavy step and my feet slipped right out from under me. Now, it's pretty typical to try to catch yourself as you fall--a sort of reflex--but as I attempted to put my hands behind me to brace my fall, they too slipped and I landed. Hard. in a puddle of icy water at the base of the stair case. On a campus of 30,000 you become accustom to people constantly being around even when it's late at night. After I recovered from my fall, making sure nothing was broken or badly bruised, I felt embarrassment wash over me. However, as soon as the embarrassment landed, so did a voice saying, "Holy sh*t, are you okay?" Immediately after I heard the voice, I felt two hands on my shoulders helping me to stand back up. Embarrassed and a little shaken, I replied that I was fine and looked around for my stuff. Unfortunately... the bag that I typically carry on my shoulder had become displaced in the fall and my stuff was scattered all around the base of the stairs. I went to grab the closest item to my feet--a notebook that was now covered in rain water-- and saw that the guy who'd helped me up had already grabbed that and a few others. That evening, he helped me collect all my items, check to make sure I was okay 10 more times, and walked home with me. In a situation like this one, where an embarrassing and slightly painful situation occurs in a public place, it is nice to know you are not alone-- it is nice to know someone cares. On the way home, I rolled up my sleeve to reveal the green band. I slipped it off my wrist and handed it to the boy as we walked. He laughed and showed me a similar bracelet he already had on his wrist and explained how he earned it. I guess this boy has a lot of good in him, but I'm thankful he was around to help me up that day.


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