I'm editing because I decided to add my own little story
This is set about.. two or so years ago. It was a cold Sunday morning an I had just gotten out of church. Some girls that were in my confirmation class were walking ahead of me and chattering. I had heels on and was walking to my car when I slipped and twisted my ankle, landing in a very painful position and also jarring my wrist. The girls looked back at me and laughed (with their mean, I'm better than you look that they always give me), then walked off. No one stopped to help me or to ask if I was ok. Funny thing is.. the sermon that day had been about loving your neighbors and helping them.
