You dropped something

It’s was a simple statement, “You dropped something!” and yet because of that statement I’m still able to have my phone and write this blog post. Riding my bike through an underpass, I hit a curb. This rarely happens because (Side note): I practice looking only at the spots I want to go, safe spots, versus focusing on the rocks and danger. I’ve found myself naturally gravitating the tire to those points of safety according to where my focus is. Back to the moment. In the basket I was carrying cupcakes for my friend, a bag, and a sweater with my phone tucked inside. When I hit the curb it all bounced around and rattled my sense of safety. I re-centered myself and checked to make sure all my things were there. I felt confident I had it all when I heard, “You dropped something!” shouted by someone in a car passing by. I looked down behind me and sure enough, there was my phone gleaming up at me in the sunlight. I’m so grateful for that individual who was paying attention and cared enough about my humanity to shout out assistance. 3/16/20 CIVILITY