To the kind, well-meaning man who wanted to help me after I fell backward and banged my head while gingerly shuffling down a steep, loose gravel path on the South side of Mt. Tabor. You hung around to ensure I was ok. You were even willing to endanger yourself, amid Covid and the copious amount of blood dripping off my scalp, by offering to help me up. I worry my denial of your help didn't offend you; I didn't want put you in an unsafe position.
As I teetered my way home in a foggy concussed state, I reflected on how genuinely kind you were. The only way I know how to thank you is via an anonymous post you're unlikely to read.