The same guy I used to see pushing his wife to a from the hospital in a wheelchair, the same guy that I wrote a blog post about being a carer on..
Ages ago now,
Was walking behind me..
Without his wife,
I stopped to cross the road and turned to notice him gripping a lamp post and struggling to breath..
You know the look you give when you grab your stomach but look up and get all sweaty..
After a pe teacher would make you participate in sports day runs..
I walked towards him knowing full well I couldn't help him but feeling confident enough to talk to him.
'Sorry but are you okay?'
'Yes love im fine, you worry about yourself'
(Now I know what that saying really means.. 'No I'm really fucking struggling please take it away)
He had a tube in his pocket that he put up his nostrils and started to breath slowly through it..
You can't ask what it's for because that's rude and inconsiderate but you worry..
I smiled and gripped his atm as he sat down on the wall at the top of my road.
I've always been taught never to talk to strangers but when it's someone who looks unable to breath I think it's acceptable
He was ready to stand up but was wobbly and told me to carry on with my day..
'Are you okay?'
'Yes I've just having a moment, it's regular I'll be fine'
Do you trust a stranger enough to leave them in that position or do you call an ambulance
I think the tubes proved he was struggling with an illness he knew how to deal with
So I waddled off. Slowly..
I cried on the bus struggling to stop thinking about someone I don't even know the name of?
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