When I was in the 2nd grade I liked to walk around the school. Once I fell and scratched my knee, but it was not the worst thing. The glass stuck into my right hand and a lot of blood flowed. I was frightened and wanted to run home. But a man of about 30 came up to me and offered help. He brought a first-aid kit from the car, worked up my wound and bandaged my hand. Mom was very scared for me but was happy that somebody helped me...