He was a 72 year old gentleman who was in from out of town visiting his family. The family had gone off to church, and him not being the religious type decided to stay home and go for a walk around the block instead. The sidewalks in this part of town receive a minimal amount of maintenance at best, and are full of cracks, bumps, uneven sections and the occasional gaping trench. He was one of the sweet old men, gregarious, pleasant, not upset about being the ED. Flirting with the nurses as only a 72 year old man in hospital gown can. As best as he could recall, he caught his toe on one of these uneven sections and the next thing he recalled was being in the back of the ambulance. He had a nice gash over his eye, and a nasty scrape on his cheek. Clearly his head and the side walk had a bit of a close encounter, but otherwise, he was no worse for wear. So he got the usual work up, repaired and dressed his wounds, checked his neck face and head for fractures. I was getting ready to discharge him when he pulled me aside. “Doc, I’m wondering if I didn’t trip after all. I mean, if I had tripped, I would have gotten my hands up right? I might have a scrape on my hands, or at least not hit my head so hard. But guess what else doc? My wallet and phone are missing. I think I got pushed, and then robbed.” And sure enough, his valuable were gone. He said he only lost $80, and true to his happy nature, he didn’t seem too bothered by it, or the loss of his phone. What he was most concerned about, was that he had no idea where his relatives lived and no idea what their phone number was, as it was all in his stolen wallet and cell. Thankfully, our social work team was able to play detective and get this nice man a taxi ride home. Definitely made me mad though, that somebody did this to this nice guy, someone in town just to visit. Welcome, indeed.