The Way I See It # 540

I fell down tonight and really fucked up my legs. I spent a good deal of time washing out my cuts with hydrogen peroxide. That stuff is vile, and reallllly burns. but I think they're clean. To be honest, I'm really paranoid about getting scars now. I'll have to hit up CVS and get some Maderma.

But for a good while my legs will be looking like shit.

and I was just about to get my tan on!

Hopefully with liberal amounts of hydrogen peroxide I can speed up the healing process.

When I got home I was approached by an elderly African American woman. She told me that she had finished her night shift cleaning one of the VCU offices and her car broke down. She didn't have AAA, and she had no money to get home. So I called the cab company and asked how much cab fare would be for her to get home. 12-15 bucks? That seems like a lot! But I didn't want to leave this woman hanging. Although she could have been jiving me, she seemed incredibly sincere, and I believe that she really couldn't get home. So I gave her the money, and she said she would pay me back since she worked right across the street.

I thought about weighing my perspective of human goodness on whether or not this woman keeps to her word. If she returns the money I gave her, then obviously at least there is one good person out there, and if not then I guess I lost $15. In the big scheme of things $15 isn't a big deal. I'll earn multiples of $15 within my lifetime, so the value isn't really the issue. I guess what matters is that I felt compelled enough to help out this woman who didn't have a way to get home. And I guess I'm glad I did that. I don't want to be that cynical person who believes everyone is naturally bad, and that this poor woman was spinning me a story.

End of story, this old woman gave me a kiss on the cheek and called a cab on my phone.
I wonder if I'll ever see her again.

The Way I See It # 412

I normally don't eat this early.
And because I just finished with Shafer I'm feeling particularly nauseous, but I think the feeling will pass. I don't have French today, so this morning is dedicated to my linguistics assessment that needs to be finished before I catch a train to Williamsburg later tonight. I don't have too much work to focus on, which is good considering I plan on having a lot of fun this weekend.

As for last night I spent the night at Sarah's place. I'm glad I could be there for her. She broke her collar bone in a collapsing deck incident (you've probably heard of it: Last weekend on Cary there was a party where the second story deck just collapsed under the weight of everyone. About 20 people were sent to the hospital. Sarah broke her Collar bone, and her roommate Emma broke her back. More were injured just the same.) So, as her collar bone is broken, and she's nearly incapacitated. I helped her get out of bed this morning, I put her hair up, I opened bottles for her, I tied her shoes.

It's weird, I was always told as a kid that if someone every grabbed me, or tried to attack me, I should go for the collar bone. It only takes seven pounds of pressure to break it, and it makes your attacker immobile. Now I can fully appreciate what this looks like, I guess.

I'm also going to be helping Sarah out with typing up her papers (she's in English 200), and while her mother offered me payment, I'm going to refuse it. They already bought me a $10 starbucks gift card, and that's more than enough.

Luckily, Sarah's boyfriend is coming up early to visit and take care of her. He was also at the party but only suffered a hurt ankle.

Anyway, I should get back to my assessment.