For the second day in a row, I witnessed one of my fellow pedestrians take a tumble.
Lucy and I were in the same area but in a slightly different location when we approached a tall man and an adorable toddler playing. The little boy, unsteady on his feet, as toddlers are, turned to run away from his dad and went down.
He lay sprawled silently on the sidewalk, stunned for a moment, until the man scooped him up. Then he started crying, but his father gave him a little hug, checked for damages, brushed him off, and set him on his feet.
By the time the boy drew his next breath, indignantly prepared to keep on crying, Lucy and I were there. Seeing the dog, his face instantly changed from stormy to sunshine, and he reached for her.
Like yesterday, I made her sit. "I saw you fall down," I told him. "But you got right back up! What a tough guy you are!"
He lurched forward.
"Do you want to pet my dog?" I asked. Lucy sat as still as the canine good citizen she can be, and he tentatively touched her back. "You are very brave!" I said, and he ran back to his dad.
"Thank you," the man said.
"You're welcome," I answered, thinking how better that went than yesterday.
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