I remember a time not long ago that I was walking to work in Gastown. I was late and rushing. I saw a older man, kinda scruffy looking, he was on the corner trying to pull himself up on the telephone pole and was having quite some difficulty.
I mean he was really struggling.
I remember everyone just rushing by and caught up in my haste I rushed by too. I was about 10 steps past and I thought,
“What am I doing? This isn’t me. If I get in trouble from my employer
if I stop and help someone I wouldn’t want to work for them anyway.”

I went back and asked him if he was ok and if I could help.
The man was a diabetic, his blood sugar was so low he was close to slipping into a coma.
He was panicking to save his life and no one would pay him any mind.
All he needed was an orange juice.
That’s it, some juice.

I don’t like to think about what might have happened if I didn’t stop. Not having passed a test of life.
I especially don’t think to think of all the times we haven’t stopped to help someone who might have needed so little when it meant so much.

Take care of each other….

Anonymous