I BROKE MY ARM TRYING TO HELP AN OLD WOMAN CROSS THE STREET—AND THEN SHE JUST WALKED AWAY

On a scorching day, I helped an elderly woman cross the street, but she tripped, and in catching her, I slipped, broke my arm, and watched her walk away without a word. Stunned and in pain, I struggled with the betrayal, unable to do daily tasks. Weeks later, I saw her again, limping with heavy groceries. Despite my aching arm, I offered help. She admitted she’d tripped that day, too

proud to accept aid, and apologized for not helping me. We connected over our shared stubbornness, and our brief encounters grew into mutual check-ins. Later, she secretly paid for my groceries, leaving a humorous note. Helping her didn’t yield immediate gratitude, but it led to an unexpected bond. Don’t let unappreciated efforts discourage you—kindness can foster connections in time.