The Good Samaritan
This morning was going to be a beautiful day for my long run of eight miles. I wanted to get out there before it got too hot. I will drive out to Coyote Hills Park. It is flat and easy on my bad knee. I decided I would run the path that follows Alameda Creek out to San Francisco Bay.
It was great. I was out about three miles and hadn’t seen one person: no bikers or other joggers. I got out to the bay and started back. That was when I saw her just down the bank of the trail. Her legs were showing from under a bush. The bush hid her as I passed by, headed out toward the bay.
I stopped and thought she was dead. I took out my cellphone to call 911 but didn’t have a signal that far out. She was lying on her face with her running shorts pulled down and off one leg. Do I ch
