On Moving an Old Lady

An old friend, a woman I grew up with who is a peer of my parents, and whose daughter is my age, fell on some ice down her front steps in February. She hurt her ankle but was too stubborn and, frankly, the city was too choked with snow and ice this year to get an emergency vehicle to her house. Instead, she sat in a wheeled chair and scooted around for three days, wondering why it wasn’t getting better until a friend took her to a doctor. The doctor sent her straight to the hospital and about five days later she had surgery to put her three-times broken ankle back together.