Several years ago, when my husband was abroad, I twisted my ankle and fainted on a Manhattan street. When I opened my eyes, two strangers were standing over me asking if I was okay and offering to call an ambulance. They helped me stand up against the side of a building and I told them that I would call my daughter and thanked them profusely.
My daughter dropped everything, including her young twins with a neighbor, and came running. She got me to her house and called my doctor. A few minutes later when my son-in-law arrived home, he bandaged my ankle. By then, my daughter had arranged with her sister to sleep over with me at my house and with her brother to take me to the orthopedist the next morning. She got a cab, took me home, helped me undress for bed and did not leave until her sister arrived. (My younger son was away at college.) Read the rest of this entry →