I’d gone to the reading of The Same Life Over at Centre Stage in Greenville, SC. The actors read the lines, and one person indicated each scene change so the audience could picture it in their minds. Because there was no scenery on stage, I could visualize how it looked and enjoy the scenes and acts I imagined them.
Centre Stage has stadium seating and the stairs are steep. Since I sat one row from the back, I waited for most people to go ahead of me before stepping into the aisle.
I carefully stepped down the first stair. I did same with the second but my foot slipped. The next thing I knew I was tumbling into people ahead of me. “Aaah” I cried. When I landed at the bottom, my first words were “Did I hurt anybody?”
“No, everyone’s ok. Are you ok?”
“No, I hurt.”
“Can you move your ankle?” someone asked. I nodded and did so, despite the pain.
I looked around to see that five or six people had stayed with me to see whether I would be ok or not. I started to get up, but couldn’t.
“Stay there. There’s no hurry. Wait till you’re ready.”
“We’ll drive you home,” one man said.
“No, I’m ok” I answered.
“Are you sure?” he asked, unconvinced.
“Yeah, I think so” I said, hesitatingly. About ten minutes later I got up and realized how dizzy I was. And weak.
“I think we should drive you home,” he said again, recognizing that I wasn’t truly ok.
“Yes, I think so” I said, realizing I was in no shape to drive. Pride went straight out the window.
After walking through the lobby at a snail’s pace, they walked me out to their car. Hugh drove my car and Kathy took me in hers as I directed her where to go.
They lived in the opposite direction, but took me home anyway. I’m so glad God used them to meet my need. They were blessed by helping me and I learned that sometimes we need to trust others to help us out.
We’ve since seen each other at the theater and around town and it’s nice to be able to say hi. All because they stuck around to help me after a fall down the stairs.
Jennifer Hallmark 