today and I notice this lady across the way that was struggling and even looked familiar. Turns out, it was Freya's language teacher that translates and teaches Spanish. She is close to retirement, I'd put her in her early sixties, but will not ask. Very sweet. I noticed last week that she had a brace on her arm during one of the Zoom classes. I'd asked what had happened and she replied she fell and broke her wrist so the doctor ordered her to wear it for six weeks. She did not have the brace on in the parking lot and was trying to lift a case of 48 water bottles to hoist into the backseat. As the girls yelled in my ears his and hellos, I motioned her to wait a second and I'll pull around.

This lady turned out to be very short, 4'10" at best, as her eyes were level with my pecs. I rolled the windows down as we pulled up in the other parking lane so Freya could finally actually meet her teacher and they were ecstatic. Before I could offer to help and seeing the struggle in her eyes, the first thing out of her mouth after a smile and hi to the princesses, was will you please help me. I was going to even if she hadn't asked and obliged her. None of us were wearing masks at this point and Covid-19 was far from our minds as her plea for help and my compassion far outweighed the risk of getting sick.

It reminds me of a story that Hive account@snook wrote a few days ago, or maybe it was weeks, or fuck idk, might have been well over a month now, time doesn't really exist where I'm from. But, she had missed a park bench and landed on her bottom and no one had even offered to help her. That story made me angry and sad and is always in the back of my mind as a reflection of things like this. She was grateful, said "I love you" to all of us, which was unexpected, and we carried on. I have no idea how long she had been there trying to get it in the car, but it had to have been awhile because she was there when we came out and walked back to the truck. Sweat was pouring down her face, the cleavage had a wet smile, and her hands even seemed to be sweating.

How is it, that no one else offered to help? Was it because she wasn't wearing a mask? Has society already conditioned us to stay away from people like they were all lepers if they don't have a mask on? I saw three other people walk right on by, looking in her direction and obviously seeing her in need of some extra elbow grease. Even if I hadn't been familiar to her, I would have gone and offered a hand. Maybe whoever reads this will offer some of their extra oils next time and in the meantime - REMEMBER TO BE YOU! I always am, even while checking out boob sweat.