Care Bear Stare

Share a moment of kindness from a stranger that meant a lot to you.

Summer of ’96, the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and my block was busy with activities. Neighbors washing their cars, mowing their lawns, planting flowers, catching some rays, running in sprinklers, and music blaring from open windows. I chose to ride my bike with no helmet, no pads, and no worries! I was a mismatched nine-year-old sportin’ neon patterns and untamed frizzy hair.

I didn’t care.

Just getting some fresh air.

My destination was: Nowhere.. in particular.

I was caught unaware of the uneven concrete square up ahead.

I was sent airborne.

Every kid’s nightmare.

Aaahhh!!!” I declared.

All I could do was stare.. in despair.

How unfair!

My banged up hardware.

A pair of bloody elbows, knees, palms, and I swear..

a solitaire scrape on my chin.

Quite a few tears on my now tattered clothes.

To be fair, I looked scared!

I heard a sudden stop of a vehicle on my left, which I thought was in err.

My brain was signaling: “BEWARE!

Guess my accident sent up a simultaneous flare for urgent care.

This prepared young couple glared at me, they tended to my wounds, and bandaged me up here and there.

I felt safe seeing they traveled as a family affair; with toddlers in their mobile chairs.

How rare of these parents to share their kindness with me.

I dare to spare a moment for children’s welfare.

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Nosilla Drabbih

Free Spirit. Creative. Mermaid. Thrifty Shopper. Vessel of Fun Facts. Warrior. Old Soul. Writer. Empath.

One thought on “Care Bear Stare”

  1. This is good, nothing like the kindness of strangers. I was in 6th grade when I had an “airborne” experience, and wrecked my bike.
    A very kind lady drove me home and led me to my mom, who attended to my lumps and bumps.

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