Homeless people seem to really like me. I guess these days I’m really approachable or something. Today I was standing on the sidewalk, where a semi-truck was turning the corner. A woman pulled me back from the edge of the sidewalk, because it “wasn’t safe.” At first I must have given her my look of incredulity (copyright 1985), but I quickly gained my composure and thanked her for her good deed. Who cares if there was a good yard or two between me and the truck? Never let it be said that Nana lets someone go unthanked for an act of kindness!
*note, to my mother: I wasn’t in any danger to begin with!
