Stranger’s kindness will not be forgotten
This past weekend, I participated in the Buffalo Marathon with my brother and sister. We all wore matching shirts with “Be a Train” on the front, a motto my brother came up with while training. Trains are strong, dependable and don’t let small things get in their way.
Approaching mile six, I had an unbearable pain in my right foot, something that had been bothering me the past few weeks of training, and I had to stop. I was extremely upset, not only because of the pain but because I knew I wasn’t going to get to cross the finish line with my brother and sister.
As I hobbled over to the sidewalk, a young man named Michael approached me and asked if I was all right. I told him I had hurt my foot. He said he could see it all over my face. Without hesitation, he picked me up and carried me to the emergency station where the EMT and police were.
He talked to me and calmed me down. He told me how last year during the first mile of the marathon he had broken his femur, so he knew how I felt. He waited until my family got to me and made sure I was OK.
I am so grateful to Michael for helping me that day. That’s really all I know about him – his name. With the negativity that surrounds the world, I think it’s easy to forget that there are good people.