Good Turn

Blog 61 ...

     Out on my daily walking trail, about six meters away from where I stood, a car had stopped.  The driver had turned on her car's caution lights and left her car door wide open.  "That usually happens only on an emergency," I whispered to myself.  I could not right away decipher what was going on.  As I got close, I noticed that Joe, one of my elder neighbor-farmers, was at a standstill position by the bushes-makeshift fence around his front yard.  He was gripping his flimsy aluminum walker; his arm was bleeding from a hefty accidental bush brush, and a fall.  Ms. Opal, his wife, donned a very worried look and seemed lost, even with the Good Samaritan at her side.  I joined the three-some gathered and together we exchanged thoughts on how to assist the now tearful and bewildered Joe.  Two more driver-Samaritans stopped by.  Like the first one who halted her business to assess the 'emergency', both neighborly souls stopped their road business to help.  We all finally gathered enough information and got Joe up; we convinced him to take steps ... slowly; one foot in front of the other did wonders, and taking the steps allowed him to get to his front porch where a bench was perched for him to sit and to catch his nerves.  As soon as we finally got him seated comfortably, and the emergency service team arrived, he broke in tears.  He humbly thanked each of us for getting out of our ways to help him.  What he did not realize was that we were thrilled to just have been at the place of his difficulty at the right time.  We said goodbye, but before we could say the next day at the hospital, "Get well soon, Joe!"