While out strolling last Friday, I heard a commotion behind me. As I turned, I saw an elder, white woman on the ground; she’d fallen. Her body wasn’t injured but her pride was. Myself and two females, also white, approached offering aid. I hesitated, not because I didn’t want to help. I wasn’t sure it was okay for me, a black male, to help. I wondered if the fallen woman would be okay receiving my help. I tried to unravel how to touch her; I didn’t want my strength to be misinterpreted as a transgression. These thoughts sadden me.