Hobbling past them on my way to the store, I heard one of them call out. I assumed he was mocking me, then few of them ran up and offered to carry my bagsRead more in the Kindness of strangers seriesI wasn’t especially good at basketball, but I loved it. One day while playing, I broke my ankle. I needed corrective surgery and would be on crutches for months while I recovered. Getting to and from work, and running errands, was suddenly a huge struggle. I could order groceries online, but there were still a few things I’d have to manage myself.Back then, I lived in a unit overlooking a park. Every day after school, a large group of teenagers from a few different schools would sit under the tree nearest our block of units. They were a bit troublesome sometimes. Usually, they would just smoke cigarettes and the occasional doobie. But other times they’d spray paint tags on our fence or yell smartarse comments at people walking through the park. To get to the corner store for milk, I had ...