Dear Raymi,

I’m a big fan of yours. Thought you could put this on your site:

There I was just walking along Yonge Street on a blustery winter’s day.

Christmas shoppers everywhere running in hot pursuit of red tags like

squirrels fighting over nuts.

Only two blocks from home where warmth and a hot chocolate awaited when an

incident occurred that changed my city view.

Halfway across a major intersection, I stumbled on the ice and fell face

forward onto the frozen pavement, my left knee taking the brunt of the pain.

People all around me trudged on by ignoring my screams of agony. No one

stopped to ask if I was ok, no one offered a hand. As the flashing hand of

the streetlight began its blinking warning I brushed myself off and rose.

Limping my way toward the sidewalk I hit a crack in the ice and keeled over

again. This time a man was right beside me, and when I say right beside me

I mean within make-out distance, and when he saw me go down he averted his

eyes and scurried on his way. I made it to the sidewalk feeling like a

leper. I followed the man who had pretended not to see me slip. No I’m not

a stalker, but as it turns out he was heading to my building. Guess he read

that commandment: Help thy neighbour unless of course they have the

misfortune of being a stranger in need.

I related the story of my double fall to the security guard at the front

desk. She listened kindly, told me that she laughed when she saw someone

fall on the ice the other day, and wished me a happy holiday. I lived in

the burbs up until this past year where people actually say hello to each

other wen walking their dogs or picnicking in the park. What’s up 416?

that story makes me angry

toronto people are assholes

too bad yer legs were all messed up and u couldnt run after the guy

ill put this on le blog

happy holidays anyhow daniela

next time sue the city for not putting enough salt on the sidewalks

xo

raymi