A Man Falling

I came out of the shop and saw a man, 60ish, lying on the ground, an arranging of fallen limbs, a woman, 60ish, stood to one side watching him, sortofa disapproving demeanor, she just stood watching, waiting, another man, 60ish, was offering help but it was refused, the another man stepped away looking back with some contempt, I asked can I help you, his face showed he was all stressed out, his eyes were hurt, sweat gathered under his eyes, he had the same yellowish brown skin of my Uncle Ted, and the same yellowing to the whites of his eyes, he had sort of fallen to the side while in full stride, his right leg, must have been stepping out in front, his left leg must have been lifting from the ground behind him, he had fallen to his right, his good right arm now raising him up, his walking stick had fallen in front of him, his withered left arm lay at his side, he did not want my help, his right arm failed and his torso started falling towards the ground, I was still and useless, my whole being wanted to step in but I did not know how, I sensed a collision of upsets, pausing in how to preserve another's dignity, someone who did know how to step in, was at the periphery of my vision, he was coming towards us, he was well over 60ish and overweight, wearing a gold plushy hoodie, a look of concern, commitment and know what to do stuff, he stepped through the gawkers, he stepped behind the falling man, talking all the time, and embraced his torso, and raised him up, it was beautiful, I was in a hurry, I had forgotten my wallet, I went back home, got it and then came back, I looked for them, they were gone, I looked for the good Samaritan in the nearby shops, everyone had seemed so local, I wanted to thank him, for the lesson learnt, I re imagined some language I’d use, let me help you, for I suspect if the situation were reversed, you would help me. Tomorrow we start again,