I wasn’t looking for drama. I really wasn’t.
But that morning they left me at the table, reading the paper. I finished the puzzle.
I did the Jumble. Took me almost no time at all.
It was a good day.
I pushed away from the table and stood up, putting all my weight on my right foot — not realizing that I could not feel it and that my foot had dropped….and stepped onto the top surface of my foot, upside down. I heard a crack.
I screamed.
I threw myself onto the couch, elevating my foot. I grabbed my phone and googled “How to tell if your foot is broken”.
I saw “turning blue, swelling….cannot put weight on….” Over the next ten minutes I watched it swell up, misshapen.
It was blue, almost immediately.
Ok, I thought. I can do this.
In my pajamas, I put on a sweater.
I put on a left shoe.
No need to call an ambulance. Frick. Who needs the drama?
I hailed an Uber.
Six minutes, the app told me. The license plate: “Music”.
What are the chances, I thought?
I hobbled down the stairs into the driveway. His black jeep drove up.
He said — oh man! What happened? Can I help?
He helped me into the car. I made a comment about the Uptown Funk on the radio — he said “wow, you really know your music. you like music?” (Note: it takes a musical genius to recognize Uptown Funk?)
Now it is true that I am part of a musical family — but I am probably the least musical among them all…but when he said to me “why do you look so familiar?” — I told him that it was because I sang in his city-wide special event choir for two years.
No spoilers, though. Not gonna tell you his name.
But I was the luckiest person in the world to have this amazingly talented man all to myself. He is a gifted musician, composer, leader.
Lucky, lucky me.
He took me to the ER. He told me not to move — he went to get a wheelchair and helped me into it. He wheeled me to triage. He told them I had a possible fracture.
I thanked him. I took his hand and blessed him and his family.
He leaned over and kissed my cheek.
And it was far from creepy — it was magic.
And yep…I have a broken foot. And yep, I will not be sailing in the next few months and yep, that is a bummer…
But I had a lucky break! (heh, heh)
Really nice as usual!
Oops, but sorry about your foot!
Brought tears….I know the gentleman and he is a blessing to the community….as are you.
So sorry to hear about your foot Leslie! What a nice coincidence about the Uber driver. I’m sure it was a comfort to see a familiar, friendly face in your time of need. Best wishes for a speedy recovery!