It was crowded as usual - this being a Saturday morning - on the TsimShaTsui East Promenade. I was doing my usual run, and planning to do 10 kilometers. At one point I tried to squeeze between the crowd and a metal police barricade at the edge of the water. I tripped on the leg of the barricade and fell. Before I knew it, I was sprawled on the ground. I was stunned. My first thought was: it was so stupid of me! I didn’t feel any pain yet, and was secretly hoping that I did not hurt myself.
I vaguely realized a crowd was forming around me. A burly man speaking Putonghua said something, and helped me get up. A lady speaking Putonghua told me I was bleeding, and gave me some bandaid. I took stock of myself. Skin was rubbed off from both of my knees, one elbow, one finger, and one palm. Other than that, I seemed OK. I could still walk. For a moment, I considered continuing. I realised that I should, however, go home to take care of the wounds.
I was thankful for the Putonghua-speaking man and woman who came to my assistance.