A time I remembered being assisted by a Good Samaritan was during my childhood year as a second grader playing in the monkey bars. I watched each of my friends go by quickly as if it were something so simple that they looked like professionals in front of a beginner like me but it did not stop me from trying until I got the hang of it. As soon as it was my turn to go again, I was happily enjoying this, but no sooner than later, as my hand touched the third bar, I suddenly felt oil smudged around the palm of my hand as I grab the metal causing me to lose my grip and fall down against my back. I lay on the wood chips helplessly since the air from my lungs were physically knocked out of me, a sharp pain soon struck me as it occurred, I held my breath not to release my tears yet the feeling of it was too much for me to handle that I cried out loud getting the attention of one of my friends. Looking down on me, she got off the playground quick coming to my aid by slowly helping me up and bringing me to the nurse. In my condition, I was partially embarrassed for falling and crying in front of them from a simple game we all played but relieved that someone at least came to my need hastily and accompanied me to the nurse where I rested and was given ice to ease my discomfort.
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