 This is Cathleen (Or it might be with a K.) She is 97. Almost blind, very deaf, and walks with difficulty. She has no regrets about how she's lived her life, and how it's turned out, but I get the feeling she is tired. She doesn't enjoy being 97. She told me she doesn't want to be 98. I made her a promise. No matter where I am, and no matter where she is. I will take her photograph when she gets her telegram.  This is how I met Cathleen (maybe with a K.) I was shooting a food festival in lousy weather. I'd crossed the street from the main festival to get a panoramic shot when I turned to my left seconds after she fell (And I'm running towards her as I instinctively had my finger on the trigger, so, please, no moral judgments - there was no delay in helping her.) As I said, she is 97 - partially sighted and very deaf. Yet on a Saturday (When there is no cover in her sheltered home) and in weather ducks would think twice about going out in, she went to her local pharmacy. Unfortunately, she fell on the way, and hurt her knee, wrist, and possibly banged her head. As soon as we got her safe, (into a local nail-bar of all places,) I phoned for an ambulance and talked to her as we waited for it to arrive. I asked if I might have the honour of taking her picture. What an inspirational lady to meet in the most unusual of circumstances.
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