Sometimes I catch a bus to work. The bus stop is on a road, outside a hospital, on a hill.
I was standing at the stop, waiting, looking at things, checking messages on the phone, and looking at other things, when I heard a car blasting away with its horn.
I looked to see what was causing this driver so much grief, that he had to communicate his feelings with a prolonged horn serenade.
Someone was stuck in the middle of the lane. It was a guy in a stalled electric wheelchair.
I stood there stunned for a sec. I couldn't believe that this driver was happy to sit in their car and vent, whilst someone in a wheelchair wiggled around, flicked a finger at the car, and desperately tried to coax movement out of his chair!
I jogged across and pushed the guy up to his destination. The hospital entrance!
When I told people this story to people at work, someone remarked that ‘if one is going to the hospital the next day, one might make sure ones chair is fully charged.’
While I agree with the sentiment, I reckon a little slack could have been cut.
The guy was in a wheelchair for Pete's sake!
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