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Always Lend a Helping Hand

The month has brought some interesting challenges for me. I learned that my landlord is selling my beloved condo and, in the next two months, I shall have to move somewhere else.  It’s always a difficult to accept change–especially when it isn’t self-inflicted.  Still, I’m confident that, as my friend told me, I’m “going to find somewhere even BETTER!!”

Yesterday marked the beginning of the true quest for a new place.  It did not go as expected.  A town-home  a block away from me was up for rent and literally just listed. They were not taking appointments until an open house on Wednesday late afternoon/early evening. I have a friend who is also about to move, so we went to go and check it out. Due to our work schedules, we were set to arrive approximately 45 minutes after the building was officially open for viewing.  My friend Evelynn called to say we were crossing the street, when the leasing agents said “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought I called you. We just had an application in. Sorry.” In less than an hour a town-home was snatched off the rental market. That sounded like something that happens in New York City, not Tampa Bay. We were shocked.

My friend Evelynn and I

Disheartened, my friend and I made our way back to our own building and decided to walk it off.  Suddenly, we heard the terrible BANG of a bad car accident.  We looked at one another.  Without discussing it, my friend had her phone out dialing 9-1-1 and I was running across the street to where a young man (barely out of high school) was fallen on the ground.

I am not a nurse. Neither is my friend.  We have day jobs and both work in the fitness industry for fun.  But we keep a clear head in the case of crisis.  I instantly worked to help mobilize the boy and get him to stop going into shock and start breathing. (And was very glad I was not going to have to utilize my CPR training!)  As I helped him to slow his breath and keep him awake, my friend held his hand. We waited for the ambulance.  We did not save his life.  But we helped provide comfort, help provide stress release, helped someone to stop panicking in the face of crisis.  We helped notify his mother, his girlfriend, and ease his anxiety and pain–however temporarily.  Just our presence helped the young man to find some ease in what was for him to be a very frightening experience.

But what amazed me most was the number of people who watched and did nothing.  The number of people who chose to gawk, to run away, to avoid. In the moments after the crash there was a chance–a chance to step up and do good.  My friend and I raced in–not knowing what we would see or find. Not knowing if our CPR training, our first aid training would be actively required.  But we rushed over as fast as we could anyway.  Because that was our duty.

I can only conclude that a) we are fortunate that the town-home was taken. Had we been in our appointment we would never have heard the crash, never have helped out, never have dialed 9-1-1. And b) always step up.  Do not be the person who sits in the shadows, who gawks across the street, who cares more about the drama than the reality.  Lend a helping hand.  However you can.

Thankfully our new friend will be ok. His co-worker who arrived promised to text or call me today and notify me of his health. I will definitely send a get-well soon card to his work!

Have you rushed to give aid without knowing what to expect? Would you? Why do you think so many people run away or chose to gawk? Is it that there is so much drama on television? Is it fear? Is it because they just don’t care? What do you think?


  • Amy @ Long Drive Journey

    July 25, 2013 at 9:25 am

    That is so scary! Things like that always help me to put life into perspective. It sucks when things happen like NOT getting the apartment that you want, but you’re alive, and you’re not lying on the ground yourself. It’s easy to get wrapped up in your life, and I need that reminder more often than I’d like to admit.