I was biking today with a load of things--study materials, many ears of corn, and about ten pounds of tomatoes. It had rained earlier, I hit a bump in the road, and all my things went flying everywhere, in front of a bus stop, with a bus behind me.

As I picked myself up, everyone was picking up my tomatoes and corn and papers and putting them together for me. And as soon as I got up, they asked if I was okay. They were so nice! And it was like ten people, they were all waiting for the bus.

I remember once in high school, I dropped the books and papers I was holding and they went everywhere. Several people laughed at me as they walked by, and this one guy whose arm was in a cast stopped to help me pick everything up in the busy hallway. My high school was big, I don't know who that guy was. But I'm still amazed that no one cared and then an injured guy is the one that helped me.

My right side is sore. I was okay but I fell on my bike, which is a little traumatizing to the body. I wish I were more open, more able to let feelings flow. If I had just cried like a little kid when it happened, I would have let go of it already. But I couldn't, and my body still feels a little shocked.

I was very happy to see how nice people can be. I know I would have done the same, but still. It's very nice.