The Kindness Of Strangers16 May 2010
When I first wrote about my accident, 10 days after it happened, trying to type on a tiny keyboard from my hospital bed, I mentioned the extraordinary kindnesses I’d received.
Strangely, when people hear that the accident happened in the street, and I was by myself at the time, so many of them automatically assume that nobody came to my help. Which is so far from the truth.
Because of the state I was in at the time, I’m not exactly sure how many people helped me – at least 5 – but help me, they certainly did. Apart from calling an ambulance, one man held my leg in the air for about 15 minutes because having it flat on the pavement was excruciatingly painful. One woman phoned the office for me. One shopkeeper came out with 3 or 4 cushions to help make me a little more comfortable (and they ended up in hospital with me. I did eventually ask someone to return them to him about 5 days later). And to get me onto the trolley to go into the ambulance involved some sort of hammock affair, which these complete strangers helped to carry – it needed about 8 people. My handbag came into the ambulance with me with all its contents intact – credit cards, cash, mobile phone etc.
I have no idea who these people are – and probably will never know – but it confirms what I’ve always thought.
Most people will do good if the opportunity arises.