A commentary by a Victoria resident.

It has been over a week since I tripped and fell on Blanshard Street. My cuts and bruises are fading, but my memory of who actually came to my aid will be with me for a very long time.

On Saturday, June 7, 2025, just before 2 p.m., I tripped on an uneven sidewalk on Blanshard at View Street. I landed on my face. Well-dressed people scurried by, careful not to step on me … but didn’t stop.

A man sleeping in a doorway jumped up, surveyed the scene, made sure the contents of my purse was secured and told me to stay put as he performed a primary first-aid sweep.

He asked me a series of questions to........

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