Good Samaritans are Alive and Well in DC

Maybe I don't actually need to worry quite so much about daughter C living in a big city.  A few evenings ago, while she was waiting on a friend, she was attempting to cross the street when a woman was trying to parallel park at the same spot.  Daughter C moved back to allow the woman plenty of access to her parking spot and, although Daughter C was aware that there was a bike rack right behind her, she totally missed the fact that one of the bikes was somewhat askew with it's back tire sticking out just a bit too much.  Daughter C took one step too many and down she went.  The nice woman parking her car jumped out of the car and said, "Oh my God! Did I HIT you?!"  Daughter C assured the woman that that was not the case.  Meanwhile, two nice young men rushed over and helped Daughter C up and went in to Starbucks (how lucky is she that there is one on every corner) and got her some ice for her knee and hands.  Imagine that--southern hospitality in Washington, DC!  Who knew?

Seriously, I am beginning to think that big cities are the carriers of a bum rap.  Since Daughter C has been living in DC she has met nothing less than completely kind, smart, energetic, caring young people.  Oh, and I should probably add somewhat crazy to the list of traits.  The point being, I feel like I can breathe a time or two each hour now instead of holding my breath every second while she's up there.  It's true that I still prefer that she live closer but, since she wants to try a big city, I'm so grateful that she is surrounded by good, caring people and a good Samaritan or two!