Good People

Heading home from a garden center run yesterday, Gary suddenly leaned forward to watch someone through the window and said something like “Is he having a seizure?” I had been watching traffic to make a turn and had no idea what he was talking about. He asked me to pull over, and he hopped out while I moved my car to a safer place as far off the road as I could get it.

By the time I parked and walked back to Gary and another driver who had pulled over, the man had rolled down a hill and come to rest face-down against a utility pole, eyes closed. The woman who had also stopped was already on the phone, calling for an ambulance, and Gary was standing over the man, letting her know he was breathing, estimating his age, and other information the operator was requesting.

I felt useless; I hadn’t seen anything, hadn’t even seen the man having a seizure, didn’t see him fall down the hill. Traffic zipped by behind us like nothing had happened, and I’m glad Gary and the woman had seen him and wanted to help. Where he landed couldn’t be seen easily from the road.

Two paramedics showed up quickly, and the man opened his eyes just as they arrived. One of them knelt beside him and found his ID in his back pocket so she could use his first name as she spoke with him, telling him he had had a seizure and that they were there to help.

As she started to help him sit up, Gary circled behind the man to assist, talking all the while, comforting him, since the man understandably looked confused and groggy. Gary reassured him they were just helping him to sit up, and when the man’s fingers groped for the backback he had dropped, Gary retrieved it for him and let him know we wouldn’t let anyone take his things. Gary had already gathered up a baseball hat and some other loose items the man apparently dropped during his seizure and his fall down the hill.

Watching him, I felt tenderness and pride similar to watching him with the kids, the way he cares for other people, his gentleness, his soft heart. I know he would say he didn’t do much, but most of the drivers speeding by us were only concerned with why they had to slow down, irritated to maneuver around the ambulance and two cars.

Gary made sure the man’s backpack and other belongings were loaded onto the ambulance with him, and then we got out of the way and headed back to the car.

Gary and the woman who had also pulled over remind me that though few and far between, there are good people, and they shouldn’t be dismissed as doing what anyone would have done; since “anyone” didn’t do it. They did.

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I am endlessly trying to make sense of a world that has completely and unapologetically lost its mind.
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7 Responses to Good People

  1. Dijea says:

    There are so many that don’t step up. What has happened to the world?

    Lucky for him Gary was observant. We need more Gary’s in the world.

  2. Smirking Cat says:

    The other driver who stopped was also very worried about where I parked my car, and in between caring for the man who fell, was busy telling me to move my car or it was going to get hit (luckily it didn’t!)

  3. What a wonderful man.

  4. Just Me :) says:

    Good to know there are still people that’ll give a helping hand. And you’re lucky to know one of them.

  5. Natalie says:

    Hi Smirking Cat – Long time lurker, first time commenter. Thanks for sharing this wonderful post. I always appreciate the way you see the best in everything around you. In fact, I gave you an award so check it out:

  6. Crys says:

    That must have been scary at first but so good to know that Gary is definitely the caring type of person to help like that. In a sociology class in college we learned about all the times people chose to ignore and walk past people in need. It’s scary to see how many people would rather just ‘not get involved’ when it comes to the well being of another that needs it.

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