leaving my apartment in the first week of being on crutches, i make my way out the front door of my building. only four more steps. with three left to go, i lose my balance. a man walking by smoking a cigarette rushes over to catch my fall at the same time a woman walking in the opposite direction frantically says, “help her!” he tells me to lean on his shoulder while he helps me down the remaining steps. he apologizes for the cigarette smoke and continues on his way as if nothing happened.