Tuesday I was at a ski camp in Vermont. Had finished running a GS practice course, made a careless move somewhere below the finish gate, and next thing you know I'm in an entirely different kind of clinic, getting an x-ray that shows a clavicle busted into several pieces.
Point of this post is to give a shout out to the many folks who pitched in to help me through the aftermath.
Several fellow campers, who barely knew me, spent a good part of their afternoons protecting me from uphill skiers as I lay there waiting for the sled, herding my equipment, answering eyewitness questions, etc. This is not what they paid money to do on that day. One waited around a LONG time to drive a shaky and drugged-up me back to my hotel room after all the paperwork and arm slinging was done.
One coach schlepped my two pairs of skis, a pair of poles, and a big boot bag way across campus to my car and then got my keys back to me. Another coach and his family volunteered some good food, tea, and conversation at their condo, nevermind my compromised social skills and the disturbance I'd already caused in their day.
@KingGrump and Mrs Grump, who were in the neighborhood, went out and fetched me dinner and ice and delivered it to me hot and cold respectively.
And finally my wonderful spouse and a friend drove across two states to come fetch me and my car, which I couldn't drive.
Thank you all.