An elderly woman had fallen down outside the supermarket, and a small group were helping, keeping her company until the rescue people got there. She didn’t look badly hurt, but did look quite shocked.
She couldn’t sit up easily, so a young man stood behind her, letting her lean against his legs and giving her the occasional light pat on the shoulder.
Everyone was kind and comforting, and she looked patient enough, dabbing her scrapes with a tissue.
The guy she was leaning on wore a black tee shirt with skulls, blood and daggers and Death Wish Killer from Hell as the slogan.
You never know where your helpers will come from.
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