I was driving to work today and saw this old man lying crumpled on the sidewalk. Being a good Samaritan, I pulled over and went to help him out. There was a woman and her daughter there as well trying to help him as well. He had tripped while taking a walk and had scraped his face up pretty good, he was bleeding all over his shirt and the ground. I helped him to his feet and asked him if he’d like me to call an ambulance or help him get back to his home or something and he thanked me but told me he’d be able to make it back. The woman came back from her car with a stack of Kleenex for his cuts, he was really bleeding alot by this point and he held the kleenex to his face. He seemed ashamed when he told me that the medication he’s taking messes with his balance, he tripped over his own feet.
I spoke with him for another minute or so and another gentleman came over with a towel for him. At that point, I asked the old gentleman if there was anything else I could do to help him out. He sook his head and thanked me for helping him up. "My shoulder’s not too good these days, thanks for helping me get to my feet." I told him it was the least I could do, wished him well and drove off.
I think that the other man who gave him teh towel must have talked him into letting him drive him back to his condo or something because when I looked in my rear-view mirror, he was gone.
I hope he’s doing OK, he was bleeding pretty badly, but it didn’t look like he was going to need stitches. Fond wishes sir, and I’m glad I could be of assistance.
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