Heltor Chasca
Out-riding the Black Dog
This morning I was returning from grocery shopping in my pickup with my 8YOD. I noticed a local character behaving strangely. He is an elderly Jehovah’s Witness door knocker. He was staggering and then leant up against a stone wall. I pulled over and then saw he was bleeding heavily from two wounds in his head and one eye was blood shot.
I bunged him into the back of my truck out of the wind and got my first aid kit out. The wound on his nose was down to the bone with flappy flesh either side and his forehead looked depressed. He told me he was going to faint and became unconscious for a short while. I was left bear hugging him.
A local floating postie pulled over to help and rung 999. The old man was adamant he wasn’t getting paramedic help. We twisted the story a bit and said the postie’s boss was coming up to give him a lift back to his church car park. In actual fact we were waiting for the ambulance. When it arrived the old man went nuts. But such is life these days, the paramedics are trained to deal with this reaction and soon he was seated and getting a full check up before being taken to A&E.
I had put my hazard lights on so my battery went flat and I had to walk with a week’s shopping and my 8YOD all the way home. My arms nearly fell off. I walked back after lunch with a neighbour’s battery pack which turned out to be too weak to start my truck so had to walk all the way home again. I returned later with a neighbour who jump started my vehicle.
Turns out this fellow had tripped up the kerb which is only 3”. (Save your helmet jokes for another time) And although I think he had only just fallen over, nobody stopped at all for him except for the postie. I was with this chap for quite a while and even then nobody asked if they could help. Even all the curtain twitching occupants of the houses we were sat outside for ages. It did look like I had driven into him at one stage. I dispair of society these days.
Good to get that off my chest. Thanks.
I bunged him into the back of my truck out of the wind and got my first aid kit out. The wound on his nose was down to the bone with flappy flesh either side and his forehead looked depressed. He told me he was going to faint and became unconscious for a short while. I was left bear hugging him.
A local floating postie pulled over to help and rung 999. The old man was adamant he wasn’t getting paramedic help. We twisted the story a bit and said the postie’s boss was coming up to give him a lift back to his church car park. In actual fact we were waiting for the ambulance. When it arrived the old man went nuts. But such is life these days, the paramedics are trained to deal with this reaction and soon he was seated and getting a full check up before being taken to A&E.
I had put my hazard lights on so my battery went flat and I had to walk with a week’s shopping and my 8YOD all the way home. My arms nearly fell off. I walked back after lunch with a neighbour’s battery pack which turned out to be too weak to start my truck so had to walk all the way home again. I returned later with a neighbour who jump started my vehicle.
Turns out this fellow had tripped up the kerb which is only 3”. (Save your helmet jokes for another time) And although I think he had only just fallen over, nobody stopped at all for him except for the postie. I was with this chap for quite a while and even then nobody asked if they could help. Even all the curtain twitching occupants of the houses we were sat outside for ages. It did look like I had driven into him at one stage. I dispair of society these days.
Good to get that off my chest. Thanks.
Got the feeling I hindered rather than helped. I am fiercely independent too which can be a foible sometimes.
