Date Night #4

I'm doing pretty good with my New Years Resolutions when it comes to dating the hubs more :)  This date was by far the worse....

Our big group was suppose to go to a Real SL Soccer Game, but we had issues with the discount tickets at the last minute so we had to change our plans.  The new plan was to ride Trax downtown, go eat at "Naked Fish" and then go check out the New City Creek Mall.  Saturday was so crazy!  Whits soccer game, Princess thing in Spanish Fork, Nephews Birthday, drop kids off at babysitters and then group date.  Wow!  Anyway, it made the most sense for me to pick up Matt from Work and we would just meet everyone at dinner.  I was so frazzled with the days events, I missed the exit I needed to take to pick Matt up.  No problem, Matt would just meet me at the restaurant.

Here's where it starts to suck....

I haven't been downtown in a while.  I was stressing out with all the one way signs, being totally late, phone about to die and not knowing where to park etc.  I finally parked where I thought was best and began walking to where I thought the restaurant was.   I was totally wrong.  I asked several people for directions and no one knew where "Naked Fish" was.  I was starting to feel panic, stressed, and helpless.  In my moment of distress I rolled my ankle and totally ate it.  Yes, I FELL FLAT ON MY FACE in the middle of downtown SLC.  The second I hit the ground I started to cry like a baby.  I tried to sit up, put my head in my lap and sobbed.  I don't know if I was more in pain, frustrated, or embarrassed...probably all three, but in that moment when I needed help, the world just stared at me.  Not one person stopped to ask if I was OK.  Not one person asked if I needed help. Not one person offered me their hand.  Not one person showed any act of kindness toward me.  They just walked passed me.  Literally walked passed me.  I felt like I was in one of those Dateline episodes of "What would you do?" but I wasn't an actress.  

I did pull myself together and finally made it to the restaurant.  I looked like crap.  Hair tossed everywhere, tear stains down my face, banged up elbow and a very soar ankle.  What has this world come to?  When it really comes down to it, do we really care about anyone other than ourselves?  Have we, as a society, become so desensitized that we can't even lend a hand to a stranger?  Is it that hard to show empathy?  I don't know, maybe it is?  Maybe I'm just being too dramatic.  Just something to think about.......