Two weeks ago I took a terrible tumble on the roadside gravel while waiting for the departing ferry for Horseshoe Bay. I was lying half on the gravel and half on the road and immediately two trucks stopped, offering to help me. I refused the help of the first one (I was still in shock and pain.) The second guy, in a white truck, parked his truck and came back to help me get up, once I was ready to do so. Then a young woman from another parked car brought me all the baby wipes she had to clean up all the blood from below my knee. It turns out, I’ve broken two bones below my knee, so no wonder I needed all this sudden wonderful help. I’m so grateful for everyone’s concern and help.
One more thank you. I had just come from playing golf at the Bowen Island Golf Course. Back in my friend’s car, I realised that I had lost my cellphone. My friends hunted for it on the road and under the car seat to no avail. We boarded the ferry and they took me home to Vancouver. One of my daughters, who is very adept with Find my Phone, told me she could see it on the eighth tee of the golf course. Sarah, who works in the Golf Shop, called me to say she had it (some young man on the course heard it beeping) and told me she’d bring it to Vancouver the next day (and she did.)
All in all, I have the warmest feelings for everyone who helped me when I was unable to help myself. A big thank you to an amazing, small island with a big heart.