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That Poor Lady!



Gran had to go to the dermatologist today. It was just a check-up after she had the cancer taken off. Still, Mama, Little Guy and Sunshine went along. Gran doesn't get to go to the doctor by herself. Little Guy doesn't ever want to go to the doctor.

They passed a really sweet lady on the sidewalk going to the door. She smiled and said hello. Little Guy gave her a big grin. They hadn't reached the door yet when they heard something. The woman had fallen when she stepped off the curb. She was laying in a fetal position on the asphalt.

Mama went running. Little Guy, Sunshine and Gran were right behind her. Mama knelt beside the woman and spoke to her. The woman seemed dazed. Mama sent Gran for help.

Mama and a man who ran out of the office, helped the woman sit up. They started checking for injuries. The woman's head was bleeding. Her wrist was bleeding. Her knee was scraped. The ankle of her other leg started swelling. It was obvious she wouldn't be walking away from her accident.
 
Several nurses ran out the office door to help the woman. Mama stood up and backed away to let them help the woman. The man took the woman's glasses. They were bent and he gently fixed them for her. The doctor came out to check on her. Another patient called 911. Everyone worked together to help the sweet lady.
 
Mama, Gran, Little Guy and Sunshine went inside. Mama said the doctor and nurses didn't need any help. They watched from inside as the nurses bandaged the woman. The fire truck came and the medics helped her. Then the ambulance came. They put the woman on the gurney and took her away.
 
Little Guy worried because the woman was all alone. She seemed so frail. Mama didn't think she should have been at the doctor's office by herself. Mama said the hospital would call someone for her. They prayed that the woman was all right and didn't have any broken bones. And that she had someone who loved her that would come and help her.

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