|Today, as I was re-screening a window, I heard shouting from our old neighbour across the road. I looked over and saw he was lying on the ground, bleeding from his head, surrounded by his dogs loping around him and barking. So I went over to see if he needed help.|
It turned out he was okay - he'd just tripped, or possibly been pulled over by his dogs. Nasty scrapes on his forehead and elbows but he was alright - he was just having trouble getting up because the dogs were pulling on the leash he was holding, and he's pretty old. So I helped him up, problem solved.
My reward for being a pleasant helpful neighbour? One bleeding dog bite on each leg. Yay!
The moral of the story: never do anything unselfish. (All the various selfish things we did today went pretty well!)