So! How was your day, honey?

Loooong.

Did a lot of walking around with the progeny and my mom, who is visiting. Because he is 8 and she is 80, I felt like I was doing double duty making sure humans made it across streets safely. 

On our way home in our neighborhood I noticed a man sitting in the passenger seat of a van by himself covered in blood. As is my habit, I walked towards a sketchy situation. I realized the man was Jewish Orthodox, and as such, he is not supposed to talk to a woman who is not his wife, especially a shiksa like me. The door on his side was wide open. At first I thought he might have been shot, because there was so much blood, all over his head, all over his white dress shirt. I asked him what had happened and he said he had fallen two blocks away and walked to his vehicle. He wanted to drive away until I made him aware of how much he was bleeding from his head. I gave him a washcloth I had been carrying in my bag to apply direct pressure and suggested he recline his seat to slow down the blood. He called the special Jewish ambulance service and they got there fast. They thanked me when they arrived and we went on our way. My son was slightly disturbed by all the blood but everything ended up OK. 

I will be wondering about that stranger for a while.