Old Lady story
The Old Lady The story of a saviour A couple of days ago, I tripped on a ledge in a rush to get to my bus-stop and scrapped my knee. The scrape wasn’t too bad, but it was bleeding and stinging pretty bad. I wished that I could get a tissue or something like that so I could wet it with some water and wash the wound and stop the bleeding. I kept my hand on it to try clot the blot and stop the flow, but I wasn’t too successful. I came to the conclusion that I would just have to push through my bus ride and when I get to school, I would go to the sick bay and get my knee treated. I got on my bus and then, like an angle sent by God himself, there was an old lady. It is a general rule of thumb that old ladies have a bag, and it normally contains the following, a water bottle, hand sanitiser, a phone with a a really chunky case and most importantly, tissues. All I needed to do was go up to her and ask if she has any tissues and the conversation went as following. Me: “um, uh, excuse...