Driven by Curiosity…

Last time I was on the bus in London, an old lady came on board, she was really very well dressed, very graceful and dignified.  She came and naturally I gave her my chair, she answered me sweetly “Love, I can not sit down, because if I do, I will not be able to stand again, Thank you for asking though”.  She wanted to go down two stops after she got on.  Her friend will meet her at the bus stop, where they will go to   a social club where she started going after her husband passed away, and her children left the house.  She likes it there because, she meets lots of people her age and they entertain each other. Yes, I started a conversation with her before her stop.
 As the bus approached her stop, she started walking to the front door, but some car stopped unexpectedly in front of the bus and the driver had to make an unexpected break, and the lady could not balance herself and she fell backward one piece! My immediate reaction was to jump and check if she is alive, she was.  her immidiate reaction was to put her hands on her eyes because she felt humiliated. I am not sure how i knew this, it was a feeling that hit me, the way she looked, the way she spoke, the things she said… I looked at her face, and seeing the pain she was in I could not stop a sob that started forming in the back of my throat… few people stood up and started helping …they checked if she is ok, if she needs us to call the ambulance, she was ok… she was really ok… there was a sense of collective panic… this lady was very lucky that her head missed the chairs by few millimetres, because if she did not she would have definitely been dead….