A bad fall at the Béziers skate park gashed open my leg and left me a bloody mess in a hotel bed. Fortunately, Mother Monique fed me and helped me get to the pharmacy for minor surgery on the leg. I’m amazed at how wonderful total strangers can be.
I grab and hold my leg – I guess to keep it from bleeding – but the blood is oozing through my fingers, and the pain is taking a serious turn for the worse. All the guys are speaking French so I don’t know what they’re saying. I’m on my own. Someone throws down an old t-shirt like it’s a medical kit. The tee lands partially in a spot of green water which didn’t quite get drained out of the old pool. I know I can’t use this to stop the bleeding as the cut will get infected worse than anything. I grab the t-shirt and look up as if to thank whomever threw it down, but then show that it’s been in the swill pond and I throw it to the side.