Karma doesn't turn a blind eye like some rude people do
KARMA is one of those women who won't forget a face.
And I hope she remembers two faces in particular.
Last week, at 28 weeks pregnant, I took a huge fall outside the Daily Mercury office.
I tripped on the uneven footpath in Gregory St, fell forward and hit the gravel of an exit driveway.
To protect my little bub floating around in my belly; I twisted my body, landing on both knees, and somehow damaged my rib.
As blood was dripping down my legs, two women nearby were chatting away while getting into their cars. They saw me crash and burn but ignored me and kept on talking.
There was no gesture of coming over and asking if I was alright or if I needed any help. It was a blatant act of turning a blind eye.
If the shoe was on the other foot and I saw anyone fall, probably even more so a pregnant woman, I would rush over to see if they needed help.
The mix of hormones and the sight of blood sent me into a blubbering state of shock.
I hobbled to my car, holding my belly and waiting to feel a few kicks from the baby. It was the longest few moments waiting for a knock from inside the womb.
My fall got me thinking about the state of our footpaths in the CBD. They are dangerous and in need of repair; not a patch-up job but ripped up and rebuilt from scratch.
I spoke to a few people who use the footpaths every day and they agree; you can't help but trip on and fall over them. Not only that, there are always smashed beer bottles on a Monday morning, or traces of food and rubbish scattered across the paths.
I should know, I was cheek to cheek with one such footpath and you never forget the sight of blood-stained asphalt.