Gemotions

When I saw that the large oak tree across the street had fallen, I thought of Mrs. Gable and her garden. It was a true tragedy.

I watched her for a moment from my window. I knew what to do. I grabbed some water and a shovel.

I approached her property. She was standing next to the fallen tree, her face pale. I knew she was feeling overwhelmed.

"Hello, what can I do to help?" I asked with a smile. She looked up, and her lips quivered.

I spent the day with her, offering assistance and supporting her as she navigated the challenges.