Long Hair & Compliments - Part Two
by Corrie
"If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity [i.e. look after] the man who falls and has no one to help him up!" (Ecclesiastes 4:10)

"But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was ..He went to him and bandaged his wounds.. Then he put the man on his own donkey, took him to an inn and took care of him." (Luke 10:13-14)

Ethan felt a little down.. It turned out that Korra had the night off, so he hadn’t gotten to see her that evening. He also found out from Andrew who worked at the pub, that she was going out of town to visit her grandparents. So he didn’t have a clue when they’d next see each other? After one last beer, he put the money for the drinks and tip under the glass, picked up his coat and proceeded to leave. Ethan ran his fingers through his curly hair sorting out his options….

Finally he made up his mind to go down to the park. He needed a quite place to think and contemplate - Reflection Pond was just the spot. Happy with his decision, he picked up his pace. The moon looked incredibly beautiful. Big and full, it was unusually bright that evening which helped to illuminate the path in front of him. His thoughts wandered – the pure light of the moon reminded him of Ms. Lilly and her lovely hair. She was a dear, kind woman with bright eyes, a happy smile and *beautiful* pure, long white hair. (She usually wore her hair in one large bun at the back of her neck, or she might plait her hair and wrap it in a circular direction around her head.) Often a freshly cut flower would get tucked behind her ear or in her bun. The other flowers she would sell with her freshly made sweet roles. Ethan would stop to talk with her and buy one of her pastries along his way.

Unexpectedly, a group of young punks with shaved heads came around the corner swinging bats and chains, while they tossed a box back and forth.? They were laughing – but the sound was laced with malice and cruelty.. Fortunately the rough-necks were in a hurry, they sped a long in the opposite direction with out noticing Ethan. He breathed a sigh of relief, ‘thank you Lord, you are my refuge and my fortress. Thank you for Your care and protection.’ (Psalm 91) he prayed as he continued down the path. Now more than ever, he wanted to get to Reflection Pond. Along the rough stone path, flowers began to appear – they were flung everywhere. Paper and broken glass also littered the path. Ethan’s footsteps echoed along the pavement. With long, graceful strides he moved forward, but every inch forward made his heart feel heavy. An unexplainable anxiety settled upon him, making his chest feel tight and the hair on the back of his neck stand up…

He knew the flowers could only belong to Ms. Lilly. He just hoped she was unharmed. "Ms Lilly! .. Ms. Lilly" he called out, "are you here, are you o.k. ? A shabby looking cat, darted out in front of him, almost tripping him up. A dog began to bark and bay pitifully nearby… something was terribly wrong. He could hear moaning or sobbing in the distance. "Ms. Lilly..?" He called out once more.

"Help me… Please help…?" He proceeded along, following the path of broken glass and petals as best he could. The woman’s voice became more audible. A small figure lay on the ground in the distance. The flower cart was knocked over, it lay on top of her...It was certainly Ms. Lilly. Her legs were pinned underneath the cart. Ethan made his way to her, trying not to step on the broken glass and splintered wood. He knelt down beside the dear, elderly woman… "Oh, Ms. Lilly what happened!? Don’t worry, I’m right here…" Ethan said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. Next he took off his jacket and placed it over her tiny frame to keep her warm. Then he carefully removed the bits of broken glass and gravel from her hair, and placed his good shirt under her head as pillow. Now he just had to figure out how to get Ms. Lilly from underneath the cart.? Dear readers what would you do? Like Ethan, would you take the time to stop and help? Would you take the time to care…?

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