A Friend's Advice

Today Daddy and I were at the post office. A long-time family friend was there at the same time. He is probably my father's age. He noticed my dad's bruises and cuts from his fall on Wednesday of this week and asked Daddy about them. Dad explained what happened. Mr. G. told daddy about a fall he had 2 weeks ago. Then he said," B. we have to watch where we are going these days. The pavement seems to come up and hit us real easily. We have to really pick up our feet when we are going up stairs, so that we won't fall." Good advice. No lecturing. No pity. Just stating facts. I appreciated that. He expressed his concern without making my dad feel like a child or a bumbling fool. Mr. G. is a good friend-a good man.