Today I was rescued by people who don’t already know me well. Naturally, I am glad. The trouble was not life threatening, which is also a relief. I was out biking in the local beautific German countryside when I blew the rear tire of my bike.
Some people were going to a wedding reception and offered help and used a handy to bring in some guy I’ve never met before who in fact ‘saved the day’ with a knife and a 5 minute car ride. I don’t know his name even now. I’m sure other people do. In fact, there are people who do know me: and of course to them I am no stranger, and then there are all the people who know all those people who I just met.
The first time in my life anything like that happened to me I think my parents had dropped me off to a very good, reliable care giver who wasn’t my Mom or Dad and I needed something. This time was way more extreme because my Mom doesn’t know those people either, but since I’m 44 now, and we’ve all had some practice ‘mingling’ that helps. Aside from having received the needed assistance I am mostly grateful that being shy or stupidly overly obstinate about being ‘independent’ didn’t make that impossible.