Today on my way to visit a housebound relative, I spotted a familiar elderly man literally struggling to get to his home under a downpour. With genuine concern I reversed the car and offered him a ride. To my surprise the elder’s visual ability was rather bad, and so his cane serves as a guide. That visual impairment prevented him from crossing the gutter unto the main road. That meant that I was left to get out of the driver’s seat to assist him.
Thankfully, just as I was getting out, a kind young lady ran toward us with an umbrella and assisted with getting him to sit in the car. That was so uplifting to see, and it shed a light of hope about us as a community.
Once he was seated, we were on our way. In between small talk and lamentations of a typical elder, I sought to find out exactly where he lived, and he ranted about the fact that he was denied a drink at a shop because the teller refused to sell him the coke he wanted. I suspected that it was really more than the coke he was denied. The new odor which drowned the Black Iced air freshener aroma it was evidence enough.
This did not deter my quest to get this man to his home as safely and as dry as I possibly could. Interestingly, once we got close enough to the junction of his home, I parked where I thought it would be closest and easiest for him. Well, that was my biggest error. Continue reading