Today….I think I might have just saved a man’s life. Well, lemme retract that statement and say that GOD just yanked me up outta the middle of what I had deemed to be a very busy day and used me to help someone who was in no way able to help himself.
I finished up a late lunch full of gut busting laughter with one of my BFF’s and had set off to run some errands before I headed home. I had a looooong to do list awaiting me like a virtual neon sign flashing above my head. So I decided to head home and start tackling some work stuff that I need to churn out before week’s end. I was so focused on the list, I even told a friend who asked me to have dinner that I would make a game time on whether or not I would allow myself a break…all depending on how much I got accomplished.
As I turned into my neighborhood, there was a guy who was half way blocking the street. He looked like he just pulled out of the gas station but paused for some reason before he made it to the other side of the street, kind of blocking my path. So I sat there and patiently waited for him to move looking at him just sit there. He looked at me kind of flatly, I motioned with my hand for him to carry on and slowly his car started to proceed. As I watched him pass me, I got this feeling that something was a little off with him. As cars hurried beep beep impolitely and drove around us, I watched him slowly drive forward and I did the same. But there was something telling me to keep an eye on him, as I witnessed a slight tremor in his hands. As I looked into my rear view mirror, I noticed his brake lights came on….but he was still a good 20 feet from the red light and the major intersection he was approaching. That force that was tugging at me quietly finally took over and I made a u turn to go back and see what was going on.
I pulled up behind him and put on my hazard lights. I tried my best to run in three inch heels to run along side his very slow moving vehicle that was approaching the red light, tapping on the window to try and get his attention. He looked at me flatly and by this time I could tell he was in trouble. His entire body shook and his eyes rolled about in a jagged motion as he tried to purse his lips to speak….but he cannot. I opened the door, the car still moving very slowly an I ask him if he is ok. He says nothing, yet attempts to speak and moves his mouth and motions his hands…all the while his whole body trembling uncontrollably. It hit’s me….oh shit this man is having some sort of a seizure?! I ask him if he can put his car in park, he fumbles for the gear shift but cannot make a solid fist to do anything to stop his car.
Now let’s keep in mind, I am in straight hero mode but I do NOT know this man, if he is on something, if he is faking….I have no clue what’s going on. So as much as I want to help, I know I must proceed with caution for several reasons. The car is still moving, he is clearly not in full control of his faculties. I ask him does he mind if I reach across him to try and put the car in park. He is non responsive. Terrified of what might happen next, I reach across him with my body as his trembling foot rests on the brake….really fearfully that this man could fully hit the gas at any moment dragging me into the major intersection at any minute. I successfully put it into park and before I can regain my footing and safely back out of the car, he jerks it into drive again. Ok so now my heart is racing an I am not sure if he is scared and is trying to drive off or what!! So I try to reason with him again, but all I get is the shaking and jerking that I am now certain he cannot control. My next goal is to get the car in park and to take the keys out of his ignition all in one fell swoop. Again, I am TERRIFIED that if he decides (or subconsciously) hits the gas…I can easily be run over by his car. If I don’t, this man in going straight into the crossing traffic on Bellaire. Luckily, I am able to reach across him for the third time, put the car in park and grab out the keys. YES!!!! I try speaking to him, asking his has this happened before and he moves his head indicating a strong NO. So I ran back to my car and dialed 911. I tried to keep him calm, I asked his where his cell phone was and he clumsily tried to reach into his pocket but could not control his hands enough to do it. Keeping in mind this man is a total stranger to me and I to him, I ask him for permission to reach into his pocket and grab his cell phone. He slowly nods yes. I get his cell phone and dammit wouldn’t you know it…it’s locked!!! ***Public Service Announcement*** shouldn’t we all take a tiny piece of tape and put an emergency number on our phone in case we are unable to speak and our damn dumb ass smart phone is locked?!?! Anyway…I digress. I ask him if I can call someone for him, bless his heart I can see him desperately trying to direct the words he is forming in his head to come out of his mouth but he just cannot. He motions in despair with his hands and can only mumble “One, One, One” over and over. I ask if I can reach into his pockets and get his wallet, he nods yes but I don’t find it. Damn ambulance, where are you?!? At this point I swear what has probably been 8 minutes has seemed like an hour. He closes his eyes and I grab his hand begging him to talk to me. He nods. I run over to the passenger seat and fumble through some papers looking a contact number or anything I can find for him….I just gathered that his name was Matthew. He looked to be maybe no older than 25. Surely he has parents who would die with worry if he was in a hospital alone. After all this time, so many people passed. My dear sweet neighbor Ellen was driving in and saw the commotion and pulled over to help, so did one other man. By this time I heard the distant faint sound of the ambulance and my body let out a collective sigh knowing help was literally on the way.
I am sure Matthew is in good hands, I dang near hopped in the ambulance and rode with him but I thought that might be a bit much lol. But ask yourself this, what would you have done? I always see the Dateline hidden camera investigation show called, “What Would You Do?” and I often wonder what would I really do. Well, I tell ya today I sure found out.
In a world where people are so quick to pass by never noticing their fellow man and/or scared they’ll get cussed out for stepping in or not minding their business (and that’s a REAL possibility lol)….could a second look can save a life or keep a child from getting abducted? Yes I am very sappy and dramatic right now, but I know that had I not stopped and deviated from my busy afternoon and my waiting to do list…Matthew would have driven straight into oncoming traffic in that intersection and seriously killed or injured himself or someone else. Of that, I am certain. There was something about the way I saw his hand shook and that blank look in his eyes that made me double back and make a u turn.
As my neighbor Ellen stood in the middle of the street with me she shook her head and said, “You know this is the type of stuff that only happens to you, right!?” Then she told me to go blog about it lol. I’ve been so busy this summer I haven’t written as much as I would like. But guess what? Writing a new blog entry was on my to do list for today…so there!!!
My best friends always laugh at me and say that I am soooo calm and cool under pressure and in a time a crisis I go into “action” mode. Yep that’s true and I am sooooo glad that God used me to act on his behalf here on earth. But I’ll tell you what, once I walked in my house…I fell to my knees in prayer and in tears thanking God for what I had just been a part of.